At this moment, Sierra looked at them hesitantly, saying softly, "Rosetta seems upset, doesn't she? Maybe… maybe I shouldn't stay here after all."
"There's no need for that," Elliot replied. "You can stay here. It's fine."
"Yes," Edric added. "Rosie is just a bit spoiled by us."
Hearing their reassurances, the sadness in Sierra's expression faded, replaced by a grateful smile. "Thank you."
That night, Sierra settled comfortably into the villa. Meanwhile, Rosetta reminded herself over and over not to let it bother her, but she still could not sleep.
The next morning, she packed her things and headed downstairs.
As soon as she reached the stairs, Rosetta saw Sierra seated in the living room, giving countless orders to the butler.
"These decorations here are kind of outdated. Hey, replace them all."
"But these are Miss Rosetta's favorites."
"Oh, really? Well, she does, but I don't like them. Or should I get Elliot or the others to handle it?"
The butler hesitated, clearly uncomfortable. Unable to bear it any longer, Rosetta stepped forward and intervened. "It's fine. Just do as she says."