She knew Zander loved her deep down.
A little crying and a little drama, and she was bound to succeed.
She had won again!
Zander turned and locked himself in the bathroom.
She casually grabbed some tissues and pressed them against the cut on her wrist.
She hissed as the sting hit her, but what was a little pain?
As long as she got to marry Zander, this small price was absolutely nothing!
In high spirits, she walked barefoot over to the full-length mirror.
Staring at her pale reflection, she gently touched the red marks on her neck.
A smug chuckle escaped her lips.
"Eliza..." Yvonne chewed on the name through gritted teeth, buzzing with excitement.
"You still lost to me in the end!"
She wanted to shout the news of her upcoming wedding from the rooftops right this second.
But more than anything, she wanted Eliza to be the very first to know.
She desperately wanted to see what kind of shattered, jealous, agonizing expression would break across that haughty face!
She was going to take all the suffering Eliza had caused her and shove it right back down her throat!
At five o'clock that afternoon, inside The Chelsea Dance Academy.
Eliza was finalizing the rundown for a massive classical dance charity showcase.
After wrapping up with her colleagues, she sat down in the open-air lounge on the second floor.
Ten minutes ago, Julian had called, asking for a favor.
So, she had stayed behind instead of heading home.
Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed nearby.
"Julian..." Eliza shot up, assuming it was him.
To her shock, the person walking toward her was Yvonne.
Her makeup was unnaturally heavy today, paired with a loud, gaudy lipstick that aged her significantly.

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