The following morning, Tiania woke early, eager to help with breakfast. As she glanced around the kitchen, she noticed something was off — the maid assigned to assist Claire was nowhere to be found.
“Annie?” Tiania called out, her voice carrying a sharp edge.
After a long pause, the blond maid hurried in, her steps hesitant.
“Why aren’t you here doing what I assigned you?” Tiania demanded, her eyes narrowing.
Annie said nothing, standing silently under Tiania’s scrutinizing gaze. The tension thickened. Tiania’s patience, already worn thin, began to snap.
“Annie, whose orders are you following?” she pressed.
