The heavy oak double doors of Brenda's mansion swung wide open.
Brenda stood there wearing an expensive designer red silk dress.
She greeted Mark with a sharp smile that did not reach her eyes.
She barely glanced at Clara before turning around toward the hall.
The living room was filled with wealthy relatives and influential local guests.
A long dining table was set with fine crystal and porcelain plates.
The air smelled of roasted herbs and rich tomato soup.
Clara carefully walked toward the dining chair near the fireplace.
Before she could sit down Brenda pointed toward the hot kitchen.
Brenda: Clara dear, the catered staff is running behind today.
Clara: Oh, I do not mind waiting a few minutes.
Brenda: Actually, I need you to help serve the first course.
Mark: Brenda, she is pregnant and needs to rest her feet.
Brenda: Nonsense, a little light exercise is good for expectant mothers!
Mark was called away by his uncle to discuss the corporate estate.
He reluctantly stepped toward the study across the grand hallway.
Clara offered a brave smile so Mark would not start an argument.
She walked into the spacious kitchen where heavy trays were stacked.
The hot steam from the soup pots made her feel dizzy.
Brenda followed her inside and handed her three heavy ceramic bowls.
She demanded that Clara carry them all at the same time.
Clara felt her feet aching as she balanced the scalding dishes.
Brenda laughed softly as she led Clara back into the dining room.
The relatives watched without offering any help to the pregnant woman.
Clara swallowed her pride and carefully served the hungry guests.
Her lower back throbbed with a sharp and shooting pain.
She begged Brenda to let her sit down for just a moment.
Brenda smiled coldly and picked up two more large soup plates.
She stacked them directly into Clara's exhausted shaking hands.