I Embraced Being Trash, and the Fake Heiress Fell Apart
Before long, three tea samples, coded and unmarked, were brought in.
I didn't rush to taste. Instead, I turned to Laura. "To ensure fairness, let's each write down our notes. No talking, so we don't throw each other off. Deal?"
A flicker of panic crossed her eyes, but she smoothed it over with a gentle smile. "I'll do as you say, Jules."
I picked up my pen and started with the first sample.
The liquid hit my palate, and I knew at once this was Mistveil Tea, an extremely rare rock tea that grew on shaded cliff faces, seldom seeing direct sun.
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