Sylvia's POV
The car door slammed with more force than necessary.
My driver remained silent, wisely choosing not to comment on my mood. Smart man.
Rage pulsed through my veins as I marched through the estate gates, my cleaned wounds still burning with humiliation. That cursed witch. That absolute demon of a girl.
"Good evening, Miss—"
"Move!" I snarled at the maid attempting to greet me. She jumped back like I'd struck her, then hurried away. Even Nanny Holmes peered out from the kitchen doorway, but one murderous glare from me sent her retreating into the shadows.
Perfect.
The last thing I could stomach right now was anyone asking questions. Thank the moon goddess my parents weren't home. One look at my disheveled state would have triggered an interrogation. "What happened to you? How did you allow someone to humiliate you like this?"
My stomach twisted with shame.
