"Go to your room," the duke shouted. Does he think I will listen to him?
"No," I said, and his eyes widened.
"Roseanne," he shouted.
"Why are surprised by my attitude? You hated your daughter for no valid reason and won't accept your fault," I started. "I'm embarrassed at myself for how I was younger, to think I did everything to please you, but I couldn't compare to your dear Lily. My name only leaves your lips when you want to order me around or scold me for being such an imperfect child, and I took it, I would have done anything you asked me to do willingly," I said, closing my eyes to hold back the tears, not in front of him, not here.
