Becky stood amidst the shattered plates, her breath ragged as her anger continued to boil. Her mind raced, plotting her next move. She wouldn’t let this slide, not after what she had just witnessed. Thalia was nothing more than a maid, someone who should’ve known her place. Yet, there she was, kissing *him*—Zev, the one Becky had always wanted for herself.
“I’ll fix this,” Becky muttered, her voice cold with resolve.
She bent down, picking up a large shard of broken plate, staring at it for a moment before tossing it aside with a sneer. The room was silent again except for the distant sounds of the party continuing outside. The triplets' birthday celebration carried on, oblivious to the storm brewing inside Becky.
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Meanwhile, Thalia had retreated to her small room, her mind in turmo
