The morning sun filtered softly through the high, arched windows of the maid's dining hall, casting gentle light across rows of neatly arranged white tablecloths and freshly prepared trays.
At the corner table—dead silence.
Liana and Gloria sat side by side, their uniforms slightly disheveled, their meals untouched.
The steam from their soup had long faded.
Both girls bore dark circles under their eyes. Neither had slept.
Not a word had been spoken since they sat down.
Liana's hand twitched; her fork trembled above her plate.
Then—stab.
She slammed her fork into the meat with violent force, the entire table rocking under the sudden burst of fury.
"Just you wait… young master…" she growled beneath her breath. "I'm going to kill those cats."
Across from her, Gloria remained silent at first.
Then, slowly, she picked up her spoon and gently stirred her soup—smiling.
But not a warm smile.
A terrifyingly calm, cold smile.
