>THIRD PERSON POV
It's been a week since the wedding descended into chaos, and the Morrow's mansion has been a pressure cooker ever since. The youngest daughter, Eleina Morrow, seemed to be teetering on the edge of reason.
"LEAVE!"
A vase exploded against the wall, the shards raining down onto the polished floor of the hallway. Two maids, who were just about to tidy the mess, jumped. Their knuckles turned white as they gripped the handles of their cleaning carts. Another shriek, raw and piercing, ripped through the air from inside Eleina's bedroom.
"Get out! All of you! Leave me alone!" Eleina screamed. A half-eaten plate of food, which one of the maids had attempted to deliver, splattered against the closed door. Gravy dripped slowly down the expensive wood.
