days

e McConnell penthouse. The glass table was covered in imported Bri

a wicker chair. She wore a vibrant, floral G

he exact look Spielberg was going for," Candic

arjeeling tea. She kept her back straight, playi

n. The butler escorted H

worn three days ago. She looked completely out of pl

ce twisting into an exaggerated mask of disgust. She pulled a s

pouring water could hear. "Is this the stray you picked up

. She picked up her teacup, her eyes fixed on the li

n-wrought chair, the metal scraping harshly against th

Being ignored was the one

te holding a delicate, gold-leafed French pastry and shoved it roug

anything this expensive in the country. Just try not to

. The maids lowered their he

e china teacup do

in

through the heavy,

rom her lap and placed it on t

d down, picked up the porcelain plate with the gold-leafed pastry, and casua

"Are you crazy? That was flown in f

er eyes were as cold as the ice

age," Diana said, her voice carryi

red. She slammed her hands

ce shrieked. "You're defending this

her nails into her palms, feeling the familiar

ating every single word. "Harriet is the only true blo

etch until it felt like a physical

d clearly. "I am the one w

opped like a

ingers. It shattered against the stone floor, hot tea

pletely paralyzed, her brain failing to process

o the penthouse's external security cameras the moment he woke up. Watching the silent, high-definition feed of the terrace confrontation, his hands slowly clench

her dark, bottomless eyes locking onto Diana's

eting the shocked stares of everyone

t sparked in her eyes. Her hand immediately darted into