The following morning broke lazily, the sunlight spilling golden through the sheer curtains that drifted with the faint breeze. The villa courtyard smelled faintly of oranges and roses, carried from the garden, but the heavier fragrance of wine and sweat still lingered in the air from the night’s revels.
Amara moved quietly, her steps measured, the silver tray balanced effortlessly in her hands.
Behind her, two other servants followed, each carrying platters stacked with roasted bread, fresh figs, goat cheese, and a steaming pot of spiced tea.
She led them out to the open patio where Coral and Cherry were waiting.
Cherry, already awake and looking radiant despite the decadence of the night before, lounged against a cushioned seat with her hair brushed into sleek perfection.
A silk robe of deep burgundy wrapped around her, sliding loosely over one bare shoulder.
By contrast, Coral sat stiffly across from her, her robe tied tightly, her dark hair messy, her expression one of perpetual irritation.
"Good morning, my Lady," Amara murmured, bowing her head as she placed the tray down. The servants fanned out, arranging the food elegantly on the carved wooden table.
Cherry’s lips curled in a lazy smile as she picked up a slice of bread and tore it delicately.
She glanced at Coral, eyes gleaming with mischief.
"So, darling niece," Cherry drawled, "how was your night? Did you sleep as well as I did."
Coral grumbled, shifting in her seat as though the very cushion offended her.
"Awful," she muttered. "I heard people going at it all night long. Loud, shameless moans echoing through the walls, and the floors creaking as if they would give way. I couldn’t sleep a wink."
Cherry chuckled, biting into the bread. "Why didn’t you join them, then? A good threesome might’ve cured your insomnia."
Coral nearly choked on her tea, slamming the cup down with a clatter.
"Aunty that is very disgusting, ! I would never, never, do such a vile thing." Her face red in terror.
Cherry arched a brow, clearly enjoying her sister’s outrage. "Oh, you’re so terribly righteous, aren’t you? Judgmental about other people’s pleasures, and yet..." Her smile sharpened, cutting. "You still refuse to tell anyone who fathered that precious daughter of yours. What a hypocrite."
Coral’s face darkened, her lips pressing together in a hard line.
She said nothing, deep down, Coral wished that she could strangle her aunt at that very moment.
But she was terrified of her aunt so she kept her mouth shut.
Cherry, satisfied by her silence, shifted her gaze toward Amara. Her tone softened, almost purring.
"And you, sweet one," she asked, "have you made your decision?"
Amara’s heart thudded, but her face remained calm as she bowed her head slightly. "Yes, my Lady. I will come with you."
Cherry’s eyes lit up, a triumphant spark dancing in them. She leaned back against her cushions, looking every inch a queen in waiting. "Wise girl. You’ve chosen the right side."

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