(Third Person).
~Alpha Draven's Estate~
Wanda stood rigid by the long dining table, blood seeping warmly between her fingers, staining the white serviette she had hastily grabbed.
Her gaze locked on the doorway where Meredith had disappeared moments ago, her heart hammering in a violent staccato of rage and humiliation.
The servant nearest to her, a young woman who had stepped forward with a fresh, warm towel, trembled visibly under Wanda's glare.
In a flash of blind anger, Wanda slapped the towel from the maid's hand, her voice slicing through the tense air.
"Get away from me!"
The servant stumbled back, eyes wide with fear.
Wanda's gaze swept over the remaining servants still frozen by the walls.
"Out!" she barked, her voice cracking. "All of you, out!"
They scurried from the room, skirts rustling, heads bowed so low they nearly brushed their knees.
Silence fell, heavy and absolute.
