"The nerve of that woman." She threw her bag on the nearby couch before striding to her favorite chair.
After a few seconds of staring at space, she signaled the uniformed maid to get her a drink. "Get me something strong." She ordered, needing something to loosen the tension on her body.
She always thought that she was trouble. But she did not count that she would be this difficult to dispose of. She compared her to a gum stuck at the sole of her shoe. She was a garbage that belonged to the trash. But for some reason, she could not get rid of her. No matter what she did, her unwanted daughter-in-law remained a thorn in her side.
"Yes, Madam." Her assistant quickly moved, afraid to get the brunt of her anger.
After serving her drink, the woman stood at the side, her head bowed down while her eyes stared at the floor. It was visible the young woman would prefer to be anywhere than her side.
