As Suzy was about to take her first bite, the kitchen door burst open, revealing Senna, her face flushed with anger.
"Who gave you permission to prepare food for this nobody?" she demanded, her voice echoing through the kitchen. "This is an insult to the Countess authority and this offense won't go unpunished!"
The kitchen staff froze, their eyes darting between Suzy and Senna.
Suzy ignored her, taking a bite of her French toast. She wasn't going to let Senna ruin her meal.
Senna, enraged by Suzy's indifference, stormed towards her and attempted to knock the plate from Suzy's hands. But Suzy was quick, grabbing Senna's wrist to prevent her from causing any damage.
"How dare you touch my food," Suzy said, her voice low and dangerous. "Food I made with my hands. Are you mad?"
Senna struggled to free her wrist, her face contorted with anger. But Suzy's grip was firm, and she couldn't break free.
