Jess flipped the pages, her brows knitting tighter with each line. The ledger listed delicacies, recorded as they had arrived. [Royal mooncakes filled with phoenix cream yolk. Crystal carps. Golden rice infused with special broth. Snow pears from the Northern glaciers. Wine brewed from the royal starlight brewery.]
Sienna had no idea what those foods were, but she gasped theatrically none the less. "Oh heavens! Such precious foods. And yet...only thirty percent remained here. Where did the rest go?" She turned to her mother-in-law with wide, innocent eyes. "Mother-in-law, surely you didn't eat them all yourself. Ali has a bigger appetite than you, and even she wouldn't eat this much."
Jess's lips pressed into a thin line. "I can already guess who got all of this wine. It's that drunkard brother of yours, Mark Twindell, isn't it?"
Cadelaria wailed louder, as though volume could erase evidence.
