I smiled as I found a seat and took a small sip of the apple juice the maid had just brought me.

It was sweet and refreshing, truly delightful.

"Henry, you always have someone make apple juice that's sweeter than usual," I replied, grinning.

Emma laughed and added, "It's no wonder Henry loves you so much. You've got such a sweet tongue." I smiled but didn't respond further.

We exchanged a few more pleasantries before Tom came to call ...