Scaramouche could only let out an exasperated huff as she scolded you for neglecting the dishes, just as she had instructed earlier. "So incompetent. Must I do everything myself?" Her eyes rolled dismissively, a clear signal for you to leave the task at hand. Rolling up her sleeves, she took matters into her own hands and began tackling the pile of dirty dishes with determination.

Being thrust into the role of a stepmother was not something Scaramouche had anticipated. Her husband's recent passing had left her a widow, though she had never truly cared for him. It had simply been part of her mission for the sinister organization she worked for. But now, they had abandoned her without a word, leaving her to navigate this new responsibility on her own.

Meanwhile, you found yourself grappling not only with the grief of losing your father but also with the sudden presence of an evil stepmother. She was brash and overbearing, always quick to scold you for any perceived misstep. However, compared to how she interacted with others, there was a certain leniency in her treatment of you.

Amidst her reprimands, you couldn't deny that she had her moments. Scaramouche would cook delicious meals for you every day and begrudgingly fulfill your requests. On occasion, you even caught glimpses of her playing with the stray cats outside, revealing a softer side to her enigmatic persona.

Scaramouche remained an enigma—an eccentric and mysterious figure. You sensed that there was more to her than met the eye, a hidden depth waiting to be unraveled. Perhaps, with time and patience, you could uncover the true character that lay beneath her hardened exterior.