Aria
I rolled my eyes as they finally landed on Sheila. She was dressed in a red dress and her lips were painted blood-red. She looked like a vixen ready for war and of course, she had on a shawl similar to mine. I almost laughed at the irony.
“Just because you're Lyall's mistress doesn't mean you get to do whatever you want. You're nothing but an outsider. Once a slave, always a slave,” She spat and I bristled inside.
I wasn't in the mood for her taunts and I ignored her, dishing my meal onto a plate instead.
“So now, you're going to ignore me? You stupid b***h. I'm talking to you. Are you deaf?”
“Give it a rest, Sheila.” Mason retorted smugly and Sheila turned to him, red-faced.
“I wasn't talking to you! Instead of interfering in other people's matters, why not take that time to fi
