"Where have you been the past few days? You can't even bother to eat properly? Starving yourself into this pathetic state—who's that performance for?"
"Sneaking into a gala of this caliber just to grovel and apologize to me, is that it?"
He was absolutely certain I couldn't survive without him.
Queenie sauntered up to me with a glass of red wine, her voice deliberately low.
"Maggie, doesn't this couture gown fit me perfectly?"
She thrust her chest forward, showing off her curves.
"Barret picked it out for me himself."
"He's so talented. Didn't even need my measurements—one touch and he knew every inch of my body."
I watched her preen like a circus act, my gaze ice-cold.
"If you want it all so badly, it's yours."
Queenie's face stiffened. She hadn't gotten the reaction she wanted.
Then she flashed a knowing smile.
Queenie stumbled on her own feet, holding her wine glass as she deliberately crashed into me.
Red wine splashed all over my gown.
"Oh no!"
Queenie was the first to cry out, falling backward onto the floor.
"Maggie, I know you're jealous that Barret bought me this dress, but you can't just shove me like that!"
Everyone around us turned to look.