"Hmm..."
Sarah leaned back against the chaise lounge near the window, allowing herself a short rest after an annoyingly delicious dinner. Hajin came with another annoyingly tasty dessert and a concerned inquiry.
"Is something the matter, Master?"
"No," Sarah shrugged. "I just think it's a shame we can't watch the clash between those two."
While the first and third wives' factions should be in a bad relationship, Sarah only saw them clashing during the monthly dinner. It was fun to some extent, but the confrontation had been nothing more than flaunting feathers and snide remarks. It was very cliquey and high school.
This time, however, Sarah knew it would be dynamic shifting. The sarcastic cold war might heat up. Who knows? Perhaps there would be a physical altercation?
