Clipping Her Wings

The maids attempted to follow Brooke and Cressida into her bedroom, but she slammed the door in their faces and locked it from the inside.

"Those women are so relentless, it gives me a headache just dealing with them." She sighed, recalling how they forced her into the bathroom and forced her into the clothes she had on.

"Thank you for helping me back then." Cressida confessed, hugging her sides. "I haven't seen you around here before, I'm guessing you're the wife."

Brooke frowned, "Ah, yes." She was certain this woman was downstairs earlier for breakfast, and wondered why she just claimed to not have seen her.

'To be fair, she seems completely different from this morning.' Brooke thought, 'And what was with that syringe earlier?' she pinched her chin and pressed her brows tightly together.

"How's my favorite nephew doing? I haven't seen him around yet." She asked, sitting on the bed, her legs crossed.