She was led to a backyard where chairs and tables with cups and other utensils sat waiting for them. Some women were already seated, seemingly anticipating their arrival, with a maid standing at each table, each holding a jug.
Lilith nearly rolled her eyes at the princess-like setting but held back, not wanting to draw attention to herself and risk ruining her chances of escape. She might be bad at reading people, but one thing was clear: none of them liked her. They were pretending, likely for Zayd's sake. And it seemed they hadn't bought into the introduction he gave them.
"I hope you don't mind tea? We women usually set ourselves aside to bask in our own company," said the lady who had led Lilith in, prompting her to force a smile and turn to face her.
