The breakfast dining table was filled with tension as everyone gathered, awaiting the morning meal. Roselyn, as usual, arrived last, taking her seat as the servants began serving. With a subtle smile, she requested, "Lylah, could you bring me coffee, please?"
Lylah's response was laced with forced politeness. "Yes, of course." She headed towards the kitchen, leaving Alexander engrossed in his phone, his silence a stark contrast to the brewing animosity.
Minutes passed before Lylah returned with Roselyn's coffee. As she approached, Roselyn casually shifted her leg, creating a barrier. Lylah, unaware, took another step forward, and her feet tangled with Roselyn's. The cup of coffee slipped from Lylah's grasp, splashing scalding liquid onto Roselyn's clothes and the floor.
Melicia rushed to her daughter's side, "Oh God, my daughter!" as Lylah struggled to regain balance.
Lylah's face reddened, embarrassment and anger mingling. "Roselyn, you did that on purpose!"