ADELAIDE
Raina wouldn’t know what hit her. The thought circled in my mind like a mantra as I watched her sip the tonic, completely unaware. Adelaide. That’s who they should’ve revered, not this naive, doe-eyed woman sitting in front of me. How dare she walk in here like she owns the place?
"Thank you, Adelaide," she said softly, offering a small, tired smile as she set the glass down.
I forced my lips into a smile, sweet and rehearsed, though every fiber of me itched with contempt. "Of course, Miss Raina," I replied, my tone dripping with fake politeness. “Goodnight.”
She nodded absentmindedly, already turning her attention to the papers scattered across her desk. I stepped back, careful not to show the malice lurking beneath my composed facade, and slipped out of the room.
The moment
