When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 947: Coming to Gather Some Information

As soon as Rhiannon Xavier walked in, she cheerfully called out "Mother" and her eyes lit up when she saw the round fan in the middle-aged woman’s hand.

It was an unfinished peony painting, and she couldn’t help but exclaim, "Wow, it’s so beautiful!"

Mrs. Xavier paused her movements, looking at her with a gentle smile, "Rhiannon, have a seat, have a taste of the freshly made pastries, Lake has brought them in."

At that moment, footsteps could be heard approaching, as a servant carried a plate of steaming pastries over, "Hello, Miss." With a greeting, she bent down to place the exquisite plate in front of her, "They’re freshly made, would you like to try some?"

"Thank you." Her voice was sweet, showing a well-mannered demeanor.

"Lake, have you packed up the ones for Miss Gia?" Mrs. Xavier asked again, even though she had already inquired earlier.

"Madam, they’re packed." Lake replied with a smile, "I’ve sent someone to deliver them."

"That’s good."

Hearing this conversation, Rhiannon immediately felt that the plate of pastries in front of her was no longer appealing. This was originally made for that little Gia, wasn’t it? I just happened to come over in time.

"Mother, your fan is so beautiful!" she switched the topic, "You actually embroidered it directly without drawing first? Your skills are amazing."

Mrs. Xavier smiled at her and said, "This is also a piece of intangible cultural heritage. The color at the very tip of the leaves is the lightest, with about three or four colors for the leaves. You just need to pay attention when starting the thread, it’s actually quite simple."

In Rhiannon’s eyes, her mother was just like an ancient noblewoman, possessing so many intangible cultural heritages.

She was gentle, beautiful, and worthy of love.

"Mother, could you gift me this fan?" Rhiannon directly asked, planning to flaunt it in front of Gia after receiving it.

"Sure." Mrs. Xavier looked up, giving her a fond gaze, "I had originally planned to give it to Gia, but I can always embroider again. She’ll be staying at the house for a while, if you like it, I’ll give it to you, it’s all the same."

The feeling in Rhiannon’s heart was indescribable, to say the least, it was a bit unsettling.

But she still wore a smile, "Gia will definitely like it, Mother’s craftsmanship is so good."

"Gia’s character suits this kind of thing." When the mother mentioned that girl, there was a maternal glow in her eyes.

Could it be that they want to keep her as a daughter? It truly felt like a threat.

If she never recovers her memory and has nowhere to go... keeping her as a daughter wasn’t impossible.

This was what worried Rhiannon the most.

Since childhood, she had been rather selfish, desiring to wholly own the things she liked and disliking sharing.

"Mother, are you going out anytime soon?"

Rhiannon picked up a piece of pastry from the plate, lightly biting into it, and started small talk, "I’ve run into the seamstress several times, are you making new clothes?"

"The day after tomorrow, the Lancaster Family in Argent, the old man’s 80th birthday, have invited your father and I, as well as Nathan."

The middle-aged woman also picked up a piece of pastry, gently resting her other hand on her daughter’s shoulder, "Our Xavier Family and the Lancaster Family have been working on projects together, and it’s a deep collaboration, not just an ordinary partnership, you could say half-friends."

She couldn’t quite understand the specifics of the collaboration, as she never meddled in the company’s affairs.

In any case, receiving an invitation was also a recognition of this friendship.

The Xavier Family had to attend in full splendor.

The day after tomorrow... Rhiannon noted the time, as well as the event for the Lancaster Family in Argent.

"Mother, what is this pastry made of? It’s so delicious!" Rhiannon praised, fearing her mother might notice something, she simply changed the topic, "I can smell osmanthus fragrance."

"It’s osmanthus cake, made with osmanthus collected last year." Mrs. Xavier replied to her.