ALESSIA
Liam froze, and so did the maid.
“How dare you!” Liam snapped, raising his hand. I quickly shut my eyes, bracing myself for the slap that I was sure was coming. But instead, suddenly, the sound of the doorbell halted him.
I slowly opened my eyes to look at him. He cleared his throat, adjusted his tie, and pointed at my face angrily.
“This isn’t over, Alessia. I will deal with you later.”
He gestured to one of the maids to open the door. She nodded quickly and rushed toward it.
My eyes flicked toward Mali. A flash of disappointment crossed her face, but she swiftly snapped her fingers silently, signaling that I wouldn’t go scot-free.
I sighed, ignoring her, and turned to face the door. Three elders stepped inside—two were from yesterday, and the third one seemed to be from t
