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~Belinda's POV
I stormed out of the triplets' room, slamming the door behind me with all the anger I could muster. My heart was pounding, my jaw was tight, but deep down, I was smiling. Not on the outside, of course. I had mastered the art of looking furious when inside I was plotting.
"Let's see if they still choose that useless Lisa over me now," I muttered under my breath, letting out a small, bitter laugh. "Let them see who runs things here."
As I made my way down the corridor, my heels clicking sharply against the marble floor, I spotted Matilda, the head of the maids. She was holding a clipboard, as usual, scribbling something down.
"Matilda," I called out, stopping in front of her with a sickly sweet smile.
She looked up, clearly startled. "Yes, Lady Belinda?"
"Get Lisa to bring my linen to my room. Make sure she doesn't delay."
"Right away, Lady Belinda."
