Annabelle walked down the grand staircase of their lavish mansion, her footsteps echoing through the vastness of the foyer. She entered the sitting room, where Sherly sat with crossed legs, holding the TV remote in her hands. As Annabelle approached, Sherly turned to see who was coming, her disappointment evident as it was Annabelle and not Edwards she was expecting.
"Morning," Annabelle greeted Sherly, her tone polite and friendly. "What would you like for breakfast? I can tell the cook to prepare it alongside ours and my husband's."
Sherly turned to face Annabelle, a scoff escaping her lips. "I don't need your help. I know my way to the kitchen," she retorted dismissively before turning her attention back to the television.
Feeling the hostility emanating from Sherly, Annabelle quietly turned away without saying another word. She made her way to the kitchen, determined not to let Sherly's words affect her. However, Sherly couldn't resist one final dig.
