In the darkness, Celia's gaze fixed on the ceiling.
Memories of the past few years flickered through her mind like scenes from a film.
She had long since lost any semblance of a father.
Now, she did not even want to keep her husband.
That night, Celia slept like never before.
She slept in till noon the next day, lazily going through her morning routine.
As she descended the stairs, Iris's piercing shrieks assaulted her ears.
"Who gave you the right to dig up my jasmine? I need those for my coffee."
At the villa's entrance, workers bustled about, their practiced hands ruthlessly uprooting every last jasmine plant from its pot.
Iris screamed.
The workers ignored her completely.
Celia sauntered over, settling onto the sofa with effortless grace. She took a slow sip of the coffee a
