"Is the Seine going to flood again this year?" Joseph asked Bougainville.
"The hydrological station hasn't received any news," Bougainville said. "Don't worry. Your warehouse definitely won't be flooded."
As the two spoke, the servants of Sharos Mansion brought out the appetizer soup and placed it before everyone at the table.
It was a bowl of creamy corn soup, said to have recently become fashionable in Paris. Ordinary households usually just added corn to thick soup, but Paulette's cook had added black truffles, instantly turning an ordinary side dish into something extravagantly luxurious.
"Please enjoy the meal, to the hard-won good life," Paulette said gracefully.
Only after she announced it did everyone pick up their spoons and begin eating. Dermide was also seated in a chair specially designed for him, rather than being taken away by his nanny.
His table manners were much better than his uncle's.
Georgiana watched Dermide and thought to herself.
Then she picked up her spoon and was just about to drink the soup.
"Why didn't you separate my son and Achille?" Paulette suddenly leaned over and said, all her former elegance gone from her face.
"What?" Georgiana asked, utterly baffled.
"You saw that he was losing the fight. Why didn't you pull them apart?" Paulette said.
"So if he had beaten Murat's son, then I shouldn't have separated them?" Georgiana asked in disbelief.
"What kind of governess are you?" Paulette said.
Georgiana immediately felt every hair on her body stand on end.
So, in this princess's eyes, she was nothing but a governess?
"Give Caroline my regards," Joseph said. "And tell her that Mother is doing well."
Paulette was diverted, turning to speak with Joseph.
Georgiana was so angry she could barely eat. Even with truffles in the corn soup, it not only failed to