(Author's POV)
"Have you lost all manners?" Diana reprimanded Yelena, loud enough, to catch everyone's attention. The guest, the staff members, even the guy playing the piano stopped midway and looked at them.
Yelena could feel her cheeks getting hot; she was thoroughly embarrassed as she settled back in her seat. She then mumbled while stammering, "I just~ …. I just saw Myra. So, that's why~ …."
"Tskkk~ …. so, you saw her, and you thought to let go of all the etiquette you have studied up till now. You cannot handle your cutlery properly. Did all that money spent on etiquette classes go to waste? And what will that girl even be here for? Stop making things up," Diana asked with a frown.
"Grandmother, Myra had a dinner appointment scheduled. That's why~ … she is~ …" Yelena tried to explain, but Diana cut her off, "That girl, does she have such a social standing where she could come to such a fancy place for a dining experience. Stop lying."
