Sienna was sleeping, but the household was alive with warmth and chatter. The kitchen had been expanded recently, its walls lined with polished stone and shelves stacked with jars, baskets, and kitchen equipment. Now, the air inside smelled like boiling sugar and strawberry syrup
Mrs. Miller presided over the scene, sleeves rolled up, stirring a large pot of rose petals, strawberry syrup and honey until the mixture thickened into a jam. The fragrance was intoxicating--sweet, floral and faintly wild.
"This will sell well," she declared, her voice firm with the confidence of someone that had been doing business for a while. "Rose-honey-strawberry jam is the first of its kind. Nobles will pay dearly for it."
