Anna's eyes followed the girl from the side, her gaze cool and unwavering as she scanned Kira's unusual action. It was absurd—downright unsettling—to see her stepping out of Daniel's room.
Everyone in the estate knew the rule: only Mariam had access to Daniel's space. He hated intrusions and valued his privacy with an iron hand. Even back then, when Anna had been his wife in name and title, she'd hesitated a hundred times before daring to step foot into his room if he was present.
And yet here was Kira.
Anna's stare lingered, heavy, as though she could peel back the layers of the girl's façade with just her eyes.
Finally, after a few long seconds, she spoke, her tone calm but edged.
"Go get me a fresh glass of orange juice."
The simple command struck like a whip.
Kira jolted, eyes widening as though caught red-handed. She frantically bobbed her head, muttering a quick, "Yes, Madam," before hurrying away.
