Phoebe Harris didn't just dress lavishly when she was out; she paid even more attention to her attire at home. Heavy makeup concealed every imperfection on her face, and her lips were covered with a vibrant red lipstick. The way her lips moved as she spoke was somewhat terrifying.
She approached Nia Mitchell with a harsh, mocking expression on her face.
"Is the Peary ancestral home a place someone like you is qualified to enter?"
She shot Nia Mitchell a disdainful look, then sized up her attire from head to toe.
"It's only been a few days, how come you're still dressed so shabbily?"
Her words were instantly sarcastic, her sense of superiority practically bursting.
Nia Mitchell smiled calmly and lifted her head to look at Phoebe Harris.
"You haven't changed either. It's only been a few days, and you're still so... TSK TSK. Why aren't you showing that subservience you display in front of Evelyn Peary today?"
