“Tessa, kindly Leave the serving to the chef. You are too clumsy for such delicate work,” Dame Rossa said, her voice icy and as a matter of factual.

Tessa stopped, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “I’m trying,” she protested softly.

“Enough please, I dont want to loose my appetite,” Dame Rossa snapped. She cleared her throat and then addressed the entire table, her voice rising in a commanding tempo. “The purpose of this dinner is to have a heart-to-heart while we enjoy a proper meal as it appears that all we do is eat. With all of this generational wealth, all we do is eat—but not once have any of...