The sitting room of the hotel suite felt heavy with the residue of their failed attempt. Lottie and Brooke sat on the plush velvet sofa, their faces etched with disappointment. The air crackled with unspoken frustration.
"That stupid woman," Brooke hissed, her voice laced with venom. "If Ophelia had not interfered, we would have had that old woman eating out of our hands."
Lottie sighed, rubbing her temples. "I see that Ophelia will always be a thorn in our side. But we can't let her deter us. We have to find another way."
Brooke's eyes widened with panic. "But what if we don't? What if we are unable to convince them that
I am not Maeve's daughter? How are we supposed to cheat the DNA test? We are going to lose everything before we even have a whiff of it!" She shrieked.
