Roselyn lounged on the plush couch, her gaze locked on her phone as she scrolled through social media. Lylah and Melicia occupied the adjacent sofa, their eyes fixed on her with venomous intensity.
"Lylah," Roselyn purred, her voice dripping with saccharine sweetness.
Lylah's head snapped up, her expression a mask of feigned innocence. "Yes?"
"Fetch me a glass of water, darling," Roselyn requested, her tone laced with condescending politeness.
Lylah's eyes flashed with resentment, but she bit back her retort. "Why bother yourself? Get it yourself," she snapped, her voice tinged with defiance.
Roselyn's smile was a razor-sharp warning. "Oh, I think Alexander made it clear: you'll do as I say. Or would you like a refresher?"
Lylah's face reddened as she swathed, her eyes darting to Melicia for support. Melicia's expression remained icy, but her gaze urged Lylah to comply.