The couple ate their dinner together at the living room that overlooked the flower garden outside. There were dancing lights of blue, red, purple and gold in the fountain. The evening view of the garden was indeed superb.
Doona gazed at them with adoring eyes, but she stayed quiet at this point.
“Don’t you want to join us, Doona?” Dasha invited the older woman amiably.
The Manx woman excitedly sat beside her, not minding her employer’s stare across the rectangular dinner table that was set up especially for that evening for the two of them. There were a lot of dishes that were served, along with a pitcher of strawberry and apple juice. Their supper included fatherless pie (a traditional pie made with shortcrust pastry, water, milk, potatoes, butter and seasoning), priddhas an’ herrin’
