Chapter 5 - Mother Margaret Tries To Justify The Cruelty
My mother, Margaret, froze mid-laugh, her sparkling diamond necklace catching the light as she turned toward the entrance.
“Well, look who finally decided to grace us with his presence!” Margaret announced loudly, raising her glass with manufactured warmth.
“We thought your flight was delayed another week, darling! Why didn't you let us know you were arriving early?” she asked smoothly.
She stepped forward with open arms, expecting her usual obedient son to fall right back into her practiced routine of manipulation.
I didn't move an inch. I kept my hands buried deep in my pockets, staring at her with eyes carved from absolute ice.
Margaret’s arms dropped slowly to her sides, her practiced smile faltering as she read the deadly storm brewing on my face.
“Where is Emma’s proper room, Mother?” I asked, my voice cutting through the festive music like a surgical blade.
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“Oh, don't start with that ungrateful girl again,” Margaret scoffed, waving her hand dismissively in front of her high-society friends.
“We moved her down to the guest quarters near the staff utility rooms so she wouldn't embarrass us in front of our guests.”
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