As they trailed behind Gladys, the air crackled with tension, thick with unspoken words and lingering resentment. Damien's voice sliced through the silence like a dagger, his words laced with subtle disdain.
"Never knew you to be petty," he remarked, his tone dripping with derision.
Rose, her gaze fixed on the elegant figure of Gladys ahead, remained steadfastly silent. Though the barb stung, she refused to let it show, her mask of composure firmly in place.
Damien, sensing her silence, pressed on, his words cutting deeper with each passing moment. "You know, you are not exactly the favorite child to spawn from the Shelly household. If I were you, I'd keep it on the low."
Rose's jaw tightened imperceptibly, a flicker of emotion crossing her features before she schooled her expression once more. Though his words struck a nerve, she refused to rise to the bait, unwilling to engage in the petty squabbles that threatened to undermine their purpose.
