**Elena**
"Move it, dimwit," Trisha hissed as she shoved Ivana aside like a piece of paper.
I blinked. What the hell?
"What are you doing here, Trisha? And who the hell gave you the right to barge into my room like this?" My voice came out sharp.
She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she rolled her eyes and flicked her wrist like I wasn’t worth her time.
Her arm lingered in the air as she gave Ivana a death glare.
"Out," she commanded coldly.
Oh no, not happening.
"You'll stay, Ivana," I said, stepping in before she could take another step. "And you," I turned to Trisha, "what audacity do you have talking to my maid like that?"
My heart was pounding now.
What was she up to ?
"What do you want, huh? You know what..leave. Now."
But she didn’t flinch.
"Shut up, you b***h," she
