"Now what the heck is going on, Mother?"
Mirabel's voice rang sharply through the room, her anger echoing off the high ceilings as she stormed in with anger etched in her tone. "What's actually wrong with my brothers? That bitch, Victoria, tells them to serve her....and they do it. Willingly!"
Mrs. Ashford released a long, drawn-out sigh, reclining on her cushioned lounge as though her daughter's outrage were no more than background noise. She opened her mouth expectantly, allowing one of the uniformed servants to gently place a plump grape between her lips. The other servant fanned her with a large feathered fan, undisturbed by the rising tension in the room.
"What are you angry for, Mirabel?" she finally asked, her tone smooth and unimpressed. Her serene, almost bored expression only stoked Miravel's fury further. "Your brothers chose to treat their sister with kindness. They want to give her everything, to satisfy her every whim. So tell me....why does that enrage you?"
