Lydia's Point Of View
I was practically vibrating with excitement in my swivel chair, my fingers tapping a celebratory drumroll on the mahogany desk. The clock on the wall… a gold-plated monstrosity that usually ticked with agonizing slowness was finally crawling toward the exit hour.
I couldn't stop the smirk tugging at my lips. Today was a good day. No, it was a spectacular day. That bitch Seraphina had finally, officially, been removed from our lives.
The weight she'd placed on this family's reputation just by existing had vanished, traded away like a piece of vintage furniture we no longer needed. A piece that had cluttered our perfect home for far too long.
