For the fifth time today, aria obsessively examined her copper stills.
Two days. In two days fermentation would be completed.
She had to make sure everything's perfect and not because she was avoiding her useless parents.
The whole of Ravensdale was tense, waiting for the snap and servants moved around quietly and quickly since she confronted them of the stolen money.
Tapping a copper still which radiated controlled heat, she inhaled the sharp tang of fermented potato in the damp air.
She had made estimates of how much profit she could make from this batch alone...a lot.
She turned attention to a servant working on the copper pots.
.
"Not that one," she called. "If you seal it like that, you'll trap condensation. It'll dilute the batch."
The servant froze, then quickly adjusted his grip. "Yes, my lady."
Aria turned then, her gaze calm but pointed. "And if it dilutes, I don't sell it. Which means we all wasted time. Do we understand each other?"
"Yes, my lady."
