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Madame Lefevre said what. Vivienne said what. The air between them felt sharp, like two blades had crossed. The room went so quiet that even the ticking of the clock sounded louder.
Vivienne's lips curled in a dangerous smile. Her eyes narrowed, and the look she gave Madame Lefevre was not just defiance. It was pure threat.
She began, her voice calm but heavy with venom.
"You think you're better than me because you shout louder? You're still a servant. Head filth is still filth. You just get to wear uglier shoes while barking at the rest of us."
Madame Lefevre froze. No one ever dared to speak to her like that. She had ruled the household staff for years, lording her position over everyone. She opened her mouth to interrupt, but Vivienne didn't even let her breathe.
"Don't pretend you were born noble," Vivienne snapped. "You scrubbed your fair share of shit buckets before crawling your way here. Don't forget it."
