It felt like a strange coincidence. Especially when she heard Selene speak next.
"Yes, that's my favourite," Selene said casually.
Arwen glanced at her, surprised at such a fluke. Was it really a chance occurrence? Or, was there something more that she was missing? She wondered silently, her eyes narrowing slightly.
Selene turned to Mr. Jones.
"I would like to have some Alfredo Fettuccine. Ask someone to prepare it."
Her tone carried the usual hint of arrogance.
But Mr. Jones didn't respond right away. Instead, he turned to Arwen, silently awaiting her approval.
Only when Arwen gave a subtle nod did he move.
"The dish will be ready in a while," she informed Selene politely. Then, turning her attention to the table, she added, "Until then, please see if there is anything else on the table that appeals to you."
