As the waitress brought in the drinks, Serena hardly noticed any difference between Rosemary's glass and the others.
Rosemary remained silent, deep in thought, which only made Serena more uneasy.
The atmosphere grew awkward, and Serena tried to break the tension with a nervous laugh.
"Rose, no matter how much our family gives you, it's yours by right. You're a part of this household," she said, her voice edging towards sincerity. "On the other hand, I'm not related by blood, so every gift, every token of appreciation I receive is a stroke of luck, a blessing. I'm too grateful to ever resent you for having more—or better. How could I?"
Perhaps sensing disbelief in the room, Serena added gently,
"For the past eighteen years, the Collins family has been nothing but kind to me. Their love has moved me beyond words. I've received more warmth and happiness than I could ever claim as my own. I'm content."
"Really?"
Rosemary's response prompted Serena to nod emphatically.
