fiercerebekah:
There was a certain silent resentment brewing beneath the surface, as Rebekah thought about that toe rag of a woman that would be joining them in an hour or so. Perhaps the VEXATION was written on her features as she made her way into the great room to join Lillian, with her ever present pout. ❛ THAT ALL DEPENDS, what sort of bubbly have you got? ❜
A smirk played on her lips while she poured them both a drink. Did it really matter what it was? Most times it didn’t. Besides, when had Lillian ever served her anything she hadn’t liked. “You’re favorite.” She paused. “Expensive.” She teased holding out the glass.



















