Phoebe's POV
I rushed through my shower and made it downstairs for breakfast within twenty minutes. Despite years of living overseas, I still craved those traditional Coralia-style morning meals.
The second I settled into my chair, a servant appeared with my food. I ate at a leisurely pace while browsing my phone, deliberately taking my sweet time.
Patty had cooled off thanks to Nathalia's intervention, but she still shot me a dismissive look when she saw me. She kept quiet though, not bothering to hurry me along.
Nearly an hour passed before I finally pushed my plate away. I dabbed my lips with the napkin, rose from my seat, and announced, "Time to go."
I grabbed my purse and walked toward the exit without checking if they were following.
Nathalia and Patty shuffled behind me like silent servants.
This wasn't just me being distant—I was deliberately putting them in their place.
