From High Society To His Service

ed to shift. The walls seemed to whisper with the weight of secrets, and the servants' eyes f

Mrs. Owen approached Lily in th

talk about you and Mr. Davis," she

t raced as

s. Owen continued, her eyes fixed on Lily's face. "They say you've been spendi

Owen," she stammered, her voice faltering. "But I assure you, they're n

ed, her expres

th women's attention. There, standing in the doorway, was Cherry, her face a mask of disdain and anger.

ripping with venom. "So we've graduated to v

r mind racing to find a

ered, her eyes darting from Cherry to Mrs.

ool, Lily? You think I don't know what's going on in this house? You think you can

. But as she walked out of the kitchen, Cherry let out a shriek of rage, her fists col

, her voice shrill and piercing. "You'

en, her feet thundering on the marble floo

out to seize a handful of Lily's hair. Lily yelped in pain as Cher

from me?" Cherry hissed, her breath hot against Lily's

ith pain and fear as she struggled

concern, she threw herself between the two women, her

e strain of trying to keep the enraged Cherry at bay. "This i

face contorted with rage as she

strands of hair being torn from her scalp, Greg stro

is eyes darted from Cherry, her face twisted in fury, to Lily, her body crumpl

rumbling with the rage of a thunders

his how a lady of your standing behaves? Attacking anoth

tment. But Lily, her hair a tangled mess of pain, her tears still streaming, clutched her head, her bo

sequences," she spat, her eyes narrowed in defiance. "I w

n thin by Cherry's behavio

the force of his words

e as Greg turned his back on her, his

n," he growled, his voice ringing with the finalit

forward, reaching out to grasp Greg's arm. But

barked, his eyes fl

e, Cherry took one last, long look at Li

hissed, her voice a thin, sneering whisper. "This isn't over.

tormed out of the mansion, her footfalls echoing throug

iliation threatened to overwhelm her. Tears of anger and frustration welled

n. "I was there for him when he was heartbroken over Theresa. I stood by his side,

inst the cool, leather seat, her mind s

determination appeared in her eyes. A malicious grin spread across her f

e won?" she murmured, her

m capable of. And you hav

trail of dust and gravel in her wake. The sleek, black vehicle ate up the

rself, her fingers tightening around the steering wheel. "Bu