{Music Recommendation: Paranoia ~ Martin Czerny}
Mila was screaming internally; she was fuming. If she were one to rage, she would be slamming doors and dishes.
She would be punching Zyran in his face!!
"Madam, do you—"
Mila grabbed the paper and ripped it into shreds. She hated that she had to feel this way. She hated that she hated someone!
The butler backed away slowly; he had never seen the new mistress this way before. Or maybe because he was yet to understand her.
"Submit? Am I married to a teacher?" Mila asked, folding the tiny, helpless paper while imagining it was Zyran between her fingers. She wanted to squeeze the life out of him.
Grabbing a glass of cold water, Mila took a greedy gulp and then exhaled, relaxing her back on the chair.
She had never met anyone as annoying, insufferable, and proud as Zyran. He made Mila want to curse at him so badly.