Claire blinked.
She could hear the servants scrambling to get closer so they could hear what was being said.
"I never said you were." Was all she managed to utter.
Garelle tilted her head.
"I don't mean to make you uncomfortable, I just want you to know that I'm not your enemy."
Claire gulped, her face heating up.
"Thank you for such kind words, I suppose."
Garelle's brows drew together but she said no more.
Aurora was watching them now, her eyes bright and expectant.
"I'll help you with the cake."
A slow smile curved the other woman's lips as she gestured for the bakers to come closer.
Claire rolled up her sleeves and got to work, enjoying the little power she had as she dished out instructions to the bakers.
Part of her did it because she loved cakes, the other part did it because she wanted to show Garelle that she was capable - more capable, even if it was just in commanding a kitchen.
