Olivia's POV
The hall fell deathly silent as every pair of eyes turned to me.
My frown deepened as I slowly scanned the room.
I made sure the message in my eyes was clear: I am angry.
Furious, actually.
And then, my gaze settled on Lady Fiona.
She stood so calmly… too calmly.
A bitter thought crept in:
She's stepping on me because I allowed it.
But not anymore.
I stood straighter. My voice rang out sharp and clear.
"Everyone sit."
It wasn't a request. It was a command.
The women obeyed instantly, lowering themselves to their seats—even Lady Fiona.
"Except you, Lady Fiona."
My command echoed in the hall.
Her head jerked up. Confusion flashed in her eyes.
"Keep standing," I said, eyes locked with hers.
Her brows furrowed. "Olivia—"
I cut her off. "No. You wanted everyone to hear you earlier, didn't you? Then let them hear me too."
She looked more confused now. Good.
I took one slow step forward.
