Maeve POV
I put my glass down as gently as possible. None of the chilled water within spilled over the fancy, gold-encrusted rim, and not a sound was heard as it settled against the table. “Like this?” I asked with a trepid smile.
Perhaps I got it right this time.
Luna Queen Leonora had elected to teach me some of the more intricate rules of etiquette in a fine dining atmosphere—more specifically, the topic at hand was how to properly drink from a glass with as much grace and refinement as possible. That meant no slurping, no clinking of the glass at any point against any surface, and even sipping placement was apparently of the utmost importance. According to the queen, when drinking from a glass, one had to take their sips from the same, exact spot every single time to avoid lipstick
