Novel & Cerita Proper Table Manners

Rastin makes a throat noise I recognize from my father, and I silently step away from him, just enough to not be in his way when he strikes. “You will have to learn manners, Marla, kitchen maid. It’s ‘sir’.” “But I’m no man. The correct term would be Miss as I am not married either. But nice try anyway.” The whole table chokes on air, as everyone, myself included, tries to hide their laughter in coughs.

Folding my lips, I tried to stifle a laugh and failed, and Josh chuckled, tossed another almond in the air to catch in his mouth. "Do you know proper table manners? Like distinguishing a salad fork from a dinner fork and all that shit?" My eyes went to the heavens. "I can identify a fork from a spoon and a knife from a toothpick. I know not to burp or talk with food in my mouth at the table. That's as far as my table manners go.” Josh laughed at me as he peeled away the sheet from my body, kissing my inner thighs. Heat pooled at once. "I'll arrange a lesson for you on Saturday morning. We'll leave for SF that evening."

Just like me, the night was young and mum. "I'm good, Papa. How about you? You've been very busy lately," I cut the meat into small strips before munching on them. The Victorian era teaches quite good etiquette, especially Charlotte Bronte. Cut with the knife, but never put it in the mouth; the fork must always convey the food. Let the food be taken to the mouth, and not the mouth to the food. I noticed that Papa was watching me with a small smile on his face, but his eyes showed otherwise – sadness.

Adeline's POV --- Two hours later I'm back in my jeans and sweater, but my skin hasn't gotten the memo, still convinced it's wearing something that costs more than my rent. Matteo waits by a table covered in place settings, forks and knives arranged with surgical precision, ready to perform a very fancy operation on a salad. I have no idea what any of them are for. "Welcome to etiquette crash course." He gestures to the table. "I'll keep it simple."

The leader with a name tag ‘Timmy’ said while placing his feet on the white table cloth, and that was it for Josh. He stepped forward and practically threw Timmy off the chair by pushing him away. “You mother fucker. You don’t know that we don’t respect the place where we eat and you are putting your feet on the table where everyone dines? Even the animals are more mannered than you because they clean the place before they start eating. Didn’t your parents teach you the manners? Or wait… do you even have any parent or you don’t know who gave birth to a scum like you.

And I don't know why I can't even stop myself! "I'm done," I said quickly and was about to stand up, but I was stopped when Damon spoke, "It's table etiquette to wait for the others to finish eating before you leave." He said. I blinked twice. Is it true that there are such rules? I avoided looking at him. "But...I wanted to rest now. I don't feel good," I pretended. I could feel his eyes on me. It's like he wants to read my mind again. I should be thankful that he can only open our mind link when he is in wolf form.

During our break, I seized the opportunity to ask Katie about court etiquette. "Katie, can I ask you something? At the last banquet, I noticed that the nobles' manners were different from what Amora taught me," I said, trying to keep it casual. Katie looked surprised. "Really? What specific differences did you notice?" I took a deep breath and began to explain. "For instance, Amora taught me that during a toast, it’s proper to stand up and bow slightly before taking a sip. But at the banquet, everyone just raised their glasses while remaining seated. Another example is how she instructed me to greet higher-ranking nobles with a deep bow, holding the position until they acknowledge me. Howeve

She paused halfway to feeding him and shot him a curt glare. "You shouldn't speak while eating." "Are you being real now? That's table manners for kids." Alice cleared out her throat, she haden't said that because she felt it was right but she didn't want to be lured into talking with him especially when she was battling some strange and unwanted feelings within her.

Second later, his shoe that was drawing circles on her ankles began to go way up to sweep her calves. Hand shaking, Celine clasped at the tableware tightly. It was an etiquette to stop whatever they are doing underneath the table to show respect, not only for the other people present at the place, but also for the food above the table. But without even realizing it, her thighs were shaking at Seungcheol's delicate touch. She loves it.

"It wasn't exactly difficult to figure out." Elena looked down at the plate. Then back at him. "I guess you're more observant than I thought." "So I've been told." She smiled. "So are you." Their eyes met for a brief moment. Neither of them looked away immediately. Then Elena picked up her fork. "You know..." She smiled faintly. "Talking while eating is considered bad table manners." Adrian chuckled. "So is refusing to eat." A quiet laugh escaped her. For the first time that day...