ARIELLE
"What the hell are you even talking about?!" Angela's face contorted in an ugly grimace, her fangs already showing – a rather premature warning. "Who told you you could hire a maid for yourself? Do you even have the money to pay her?"
A tick in my eye almost betrayed my annoyance. I expected some resistance from her end, but I still had something convincing up my sleeve just in case that resistance persists.
"Mother," I started, taking a step closer to her desk, conveniently shielding Marine from her icy glare. "Doesn't it make sense that I have my own maid? Both Serena and Melena have one, so it's only natural I get one, too."
"What?" Angela's scrieched, her claws digging into the surface of her desk. "You have the gall to turn this against me? I am the Luna of this pack, which means I am the one who decides who has personal maids and who doesn't! And more importantly..."
