[Rosie's POV]
I snapped back almost immediately when a cook announced that meals were ready.
Hera patted my shoulder gently as she rose up before me to attend to the cook.
Though I still had a flicker of doubt and suspicion in me, I'd prefer to kill the thoughts rather than rack my brain on answers I may never find.
I rose up from where I sat and headed straight to the kitchen to set up the dining area where these delegates will be seated.
Turns out the sun had decided to cast its warm glow on the elegant dining room.
Hera and I were dressed in stylish, yet modest wear as we joined the servants in arranging the table.
I quite admired the movement which seems practiced and synchronized.
I was stunned to notice Hera was assisting them, seamlessly weaving in and out of the room to fetch dishes and glasses.
When I asked, she claimed it's nothing and living a wealthy life doesn't restrict one from getting involved in such dealings.
