Seraphina opened her mouth, the grievance on her face slowly turning into a hint of anger.
Marlina had been like this ever since she came to her side.
No matter how much Seraphina tried to please her or be affectionate, Marlina always kept this frustrating and painful distance.
Ansel had reminded Miss Wolf many times, so she knew why Marlina behaved this way—to avoid relying on her, to prevent Ansel from showing any favoritism because of her…
But there was no one else here, not even Ansel or his subordinates. Why continue treating me like a young lady of the house!?
Her accumulated grievance turned into anger. Seraphina huffed, propping her legs up on the table in defiance. "I've never maintained any decorum since I was born, and I won't start now!"
"...Then I'll continue—"
"I don't want to hear it, Marli!"
"My name is Margarete, Miss Fenrir..."
