As the morning light streamed through the windows, Vivian sat at the breakfast table, savoring her cup of coffee. Her determined gaze followed Britney, who had just emerged from her room, still groggy with sleep, rubbing her eyes.
"Good morning, Britney. Come and sit with me." Vivian's polite greeting hung in the air, inviting Britney to join her at the table. "I already asked the maid to make you some lemon juice."
She nodded to the glass of lime juice on the table. "Have the juice. You will feel good."
With an air of authority, Vivian took on the role of mistress of the house, asserting her presence and influence within the walls that Christopher called home. She motioned for Britney to take a seat, her gesture carrying an undertone of expectation and invitation.
