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Yvaine had enough energy to power the city grid, and half of Skyline’s social climbers were here kissing her arse.
The gift pile had mutated into a three-metre-high shrine in the corner.
I was halfway through my mocktail when Daniel finally showed up.
And of course, he brought her.
Daniel glanced around the room and stared straight at me.
He knew I’d be here.
Showing up with Catherine was part of his whole pathetic power play. helpt for Cut for Message received, loud and clear: You can move on, babe, so can Childish. Predictable. And not even original Murmurs rippled through the crowd at the sight of those two, especially Daniel.
He still hadn’t healed completely from the beating Sebastian gave his last week.
He’d probably snuck out of the hospital with a bruised jaw and stitched-up lip just so he could try and make me jealous.
I squared my shoulders.
Ivalne touched my arm.
“Let me have a go first. Come on, I’ve got a whole thing planned. Even did a rehearsal.”Her smile was feral.
I gave her the floor.
She elbowed one of her friends and flicked her chin in their direction.
That was the signal.
Near the door, I caught someone disguised as a party photographer filming Daniel and Catherine.
Probably another part of Yvaine’s plan.
I eased closer for a look.
The camera caught them at just the right moment.
One frame even looked like a kiss-pure illusion, but it didn’t matter.
A second later, my phone vibrated.
Yvaine had just dumped the ples into half a dozen group chats without a single caption Then her gang kicked off their performance like it was rehearsed Voices up, filters off.
Is that Catherine Vance?
‘sure is Tacky gal. Had Daniel Granger wrapped round her finger bag in the day, dumped him, disappeared overseas for years, and still crawled back into his bed like nothing happened.”
“Deadass. Word is, he’s paying her to be his secretary now. Like, git didn’t even study anything close to that “Please, I heard she majored in interior design or something, nothing to do with admin.
“Nepotism much?
“Bet they do role-play in the office.
“Mr Granger, I need a raise…” Bitch, please, we know how you’re earning that bonus.”
They didn’t even bother whispering.
If anything, they leaned in louder, like they were auditioning for Mean Girls: The Grown-Ass Version.
Daniel and Catherine were maybe two feet away, and their faces said everything.
Pale, pissed, cornered.
Catherine blinked fast, like she was trying to hold back tears.
“That’s not true,” she mumbled, voice trembling.
“Daniel and I aren’t like that. We’re just colleagues. We only came in together because we bumped into each other at the door.”Cute excuse.
Ten out of ten for effort, but no one was buying it.
Especially not with Daniel standing there like a mute statue.
They hadn’t gone public with their relationship, obviously, though I no longer cared to analyse why.
Maybe sneaking around was part of the fun for them.
Yvaine floated past with a wine glass and an Oscar-worthy smirk, then oops-red wine all over Catherine’s dress.
Hand slipped. Whoopsie.
“Oh dear, my bad. Didn’t see you there,” she said, not even pretending to sound sorry.
“But since you egged Serenna into throwing wine on me at the Laurents” party, I guess we’re even now.”Catherine clenched her jaw and hissed, “Fine. We’re even.”She tried to move away, but Yvaine wouldn’t let her.
“I’ll pay you for the dress. How much is it?”Catherine tossed her hair over her shoulder.
“Five grand.”Yvaine nodded.
“Okay, five grand. Then you owe me fifteen grand.
Catherine stared.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“The dress I wore to the Laurent party. It was tailored, twenty thousand dollars. Yours is off-the-rack, right? Anyway, wanna do card or cash?”Catherine’s eyes almost bugged out of her sockets.
“Twenty grand? Are you frigging kidding me?”Yvaine scoffed.
“Didn’t your mummy and daddy raise you like a spoiled little princess? What, they never bought you a twenty- thousand-dollar dress? Pathetic. Fine, I’ll cut you a discount. Just ve me ten. It’ll be my good deed of the day.”Catherine’s face went from cherry red to sheet white.
Her fists clenched so hard I half-expected to see blood. This is extortion.”
“I’ve got receipts,” Yvaine said.
“Want screenshots or printed copies?”Catherine whipped her head to Daniel.
“Say something, Daniel!”He frowned.
Yvaine raised a hand, not even looking at him.
“This is between the girls, Daniel. Sit down and shut up.”He did.
Catherine’s lips started to tremble.
She scanned the room like she was hunting for backup.
Found me instead.
Her eyes narrowed.
“You put her up to this, didn’t you?” shrugged.
Yvaine snapped her fingers in Catherine’s face.
“Uh-uh. Eyes over here. We’re not done. Fork it over.”Catherine looked around again, desperate now.
But tonight’s crowd was mostly women, not the type to fall for her good looks and damsel energy.
The few guys around had the good sense to keep their mouths shut Nobody wanted smoke with Yvaine Carlisle, not when she had a revenge streak a mile long.
Catherine turned back to Daniel-last hope.
Still useless.
Daniel had that glazed, stunned look on his face, like it had just hit him that he wasn’t the star of the party anymore.
Catherine bit her lip.
“This is just revenge! You poured wine on me on purpose! You’re only doing this because of Eleanor, because she’s too much of a coward to stand up for herself. Well, guess what? That’s why Daniel dumped her. No spine!”Crack.
The slap echoed like a gunshot.
A perfect, open-palmed serve right across her face.
Yvaine flicked her wrist like she’d just served match point.
“Everyone knows who’s the cheater here. Say one more word about Eleanor and I’ll knock your teeth out for free.”Daniel shot to his feet, pulling Catherine to his side.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” he snarled at Yvaine.
She turned to the crowd and raised her voice like we were in court. Oh, now he’s protecting her? Says they’re just colleagues, but look, he’s fixing her soggy dress, escorting her to parties like they’re an old married couple. Anyone here do that with your ” colleagues”?”Everyone behind her chimed in like a bloody choir: “Absolutely no We’re leaving,” Daniel growled, grabbing Catherine’s wrist.
Yvaine blocked their way before they could even turn.
“Going somewhere? On my birthday? After showing up with one between the two of you and turning my party into a Jerry Springer episode?”
Daniel looked ready to explode.
“Move!”Yvaine stood her ground.
He shoved her.
Her heels were skyscraper-tall, and she wobbled like a baby giraffe I caught her before she faceplanted, then stepped right up to Daniel.
And slapped him.
Twice.
Felt fantastic, not gonna lie.
My hand stung like hell, but watching his smug face whip sideways was worth every nerve ending.
I thought about the crap he’d posted in that group chat this week. The dirty jokes, the smug texts, the smugger selfies.