*PRISCILLA*

*The poisoned root*

I watched as Micaela bounded with sheer joy to her room, the maid following closely behind her with the bags of new clothes.

I shook my head and was about to let out a loud hiss when I suddenly remembered that Barrett was in the room with me.

“Did you have fun?” I asked, masking the disgust on my face with a smile.

“Not much fun to be had,” he responded rather coolly, not looking up from his phone.

The bitch must have gotten into his head, or else why ...