C9 Not the Woman You Owned

The weekend had arrived once more, and Ana was in full swing, relentlessly grilling Cleopatra about why she had splurged on an entire set of beauty products. Her barrage of questions, sharp and unyielding, came to an abrupt halt the moment the door swung open. Mrs. Rosetta stepped inside, her presence commanding enough to silence the room instantly.

Mrs. Rosetta’s gaze softened