Eager to distract herself, she wandered over to one of the couches, reaching out to check for dust with her fingertip. Her hand was still outstretched when the door swung open, and a woman dressed in the same uniform she had seen on some of the staff upstairs stepped inside, carrying a tray.
The woman's face brightened as soon as she spotted Genevieve.
"Welcome, Mrs. Visconti," she greeted. "We weren't informed in advance of your arrival, so we didn't have much prepared. I hope our minimal refreshments won't annoy you."
Genevieve shook her head.
''No, it's alright,'' she instantly said, straightening.
The woman set the tray down on the table, carefully lifting the single cup and handing it to Genevieve. She glanced inside and barely resisted the urge to hug the woman when she saw the rich, steaming liquid—hot chocolate.
"Thank you so much," she said, accepting it eagerly. "You have no idea how much I needed this."
