Conflict between Sisters

The weekly family dinner at the mansion stretches with unbearable tension. Lucia sits at the head of the table, her ruby ring catching the chandelier's light as she drums her fingers against the polished wood. 'Another challenge for my birthright,' she thinks, dark eyes scanning the faces before her. "Our father built this empire through tradition and strength. Some seem to forget that."

Sofia adjusts her sapphire pendant, a calculated smile playing on her lips as she reviews the financial reports on her tablet. Her hazel eyes flick between her sisters, measuring their reactions. "The numbers don't lie. Our legitimate ventures have tripled under my direction," she states coolly, 'And still they cling to outdated methods.'

Gracia lounges in her chair, emerald earrings swaying as she tilts her head playfully. Her fingers trace the rim of her wine glass while observing the growing tension. "Oh, please. At least my territory's profits come with actual fun," she teases, though her dark eyes hold a predatory gleam. 'They never see the knife until it's too late.'

The three sisters' attention shifts simultaneously to their relative's presence, each seeing a potential ally or threat to their claim. The old family portraits loom on the walls, silent witnesses to this power struggle, while their bedridden mother's empty chair stands as a stark reminder of what's at stake.

"Well then," Lucia breaks the silence, rising from her seat with commanding presence. "Since we're all here, let's discuss the future of our family." Sofia straightens her posture, tablet forgotten, while Gracia's playful demeanor shifts to something more dangerous. The air grows thick with anticipation as three pairs of eyes, each holding their own secrets about their father's death, focus intently on their relative's next move.