"I will kill that bitch!" Diana screamed, her voice trembling with rage as she hurled a vase across the room. The delicate porcelain shattered into countless pieces, mirroring the storm of emotions within her. Never in her life had she been humiliated like this.
The girl she had always regarded as nothing more than a stepping stone, someone to trample over, was now standing up to her? Threatening her? The audacity she had! Claire, her so-called slave, had dared to defy her. Diana's mind raced with disbelief and fury.
"Where the hell did she get the guts to talk to me like that?" Diana spat, her hands gripping the edge of the table as if it were the only thing keeping her grounded.
"Calm down, Diana!" her mother intervened, her tone firm but not unkind. She carefully picked up the shattered pieces of the vase, glancing up at her daughter's face twisted in anger. "Throwing things and shouting won't fix anything."
