Madam Puddifoot Tea Shop Mga Nobela at Kwento

Or if Maddie might even remember? “Tea, your majesty?” Doxy, meanwhile, grabs my empty cup. “Ah, no, I-” But the maid is quicker than I can decline. I can only sit in omission as I see the steamy brown liquid pour into my cup. It is just as unappealing as last time, but now the smell is worse. It makes me cringe as it reminds me of the previous time tea was on the menu. “It’s a fine blend from across the sea in the Dullin Dynasty,” Doxy informs me as she pushes the cream and sugar closer for easy access.

************************************** Meanwhile, back at the famous St Lauren's Tea shop which is located in central London with a throng of customers popping in daily. Racheal, a tall slender woman with auburn hair pulled up in a ponytail and dressed in a black T-shirt with the St Lauren's Tea shop emblem on it and black jeans and leather boots. She has freckles dotted on her rosy cheeks and her lips were full and luscious. Her lashes were thick and long and her grey eyes were so engrossed on her phone that she paid no attention to the rather chubby lady hovering at her back. "Hmmm... Didn't know you're into girls Racheal" came the husky voice that made Racheal nearly drop her phone on the