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Violet picked up the fifth dress from the bed and held it against her body, turning back and forth in front of the mirror. She frowned, then clicked her tongue in annoyance before tossing the dress aside.
“Tsk,” she muttered, frowning.
With a flick of her wrist, she tossed the dress back onto the bed, where several others lay discarded. “I look good in everything,” she scoffed, brushing her hair over her shoulder. “Why is it so hard to choose just one?”
Her gaze drifted to her reflection again—and then her thoughts slid elsewhere.
To Magnus.
To the look on his face when his eyes had landed on her for the first time, the way his gaze had lingered on her.
A slow, satisfied smile curved her lips.
“He’s definitely going to regret it when he sees me at this party,” she whispered. “Marrying someone like Sophia instead of me?” she added, lifting her chin. “What a joke.”
Pride gleamed in her eyes as she reached for another dress and held it up—
Just then, her phone rang on the table.
She frowned and walked over, glancing at the screen.
Celia Thompson.
Violet’s expression darkened instantly.
“Tch.” She scoffed under her breath. “Why the hell is she calling me now? I gave her one damn thing to do, and she still hasn’t finished it.”
After a brief pause, she exhaled slowly, schooling her expression. She picked up the call and raised it to her ear, her tone instantly turning sweet.
“Celia, you finally met Magnus that day, didn’t you? I hope you two are together by now?”
On the other end, Celia’s voice sounded distant, uninterested.
“We’re not together,” she said flatly. “And I don’t have any interest in him.”
Violet’s brows knit together, irritation flashing across her face.
“Oh?” she said lightly, her lips curling in annoyance. “I thought you two still had feelings for each other. After all, once I told you about his marriage, you still went to meet him at that restaurant.”
Her fingers tightened around the phone.
‘Then why the hell did this whore meet him?’ Violet thought angrily. ‘The only reason I sent her to Magnus was to break Sophia and Magnus apart. If she couldn’t even make him interested in her, what use is she?’
“I heard you’re hosting a party tomorrow,” Celia said.
Violet paused, then answered casually, “Yes. Why?”
“I need your help,” Celia said quietly.
Violet’s lips curved instantly.
A slow, knowing smirk spread across her face as she leaned against the vanity. “Of course,” she replied smoothly. “How can I help? Tell me.”
“Good.” Celia’s voice lowered. “I heard your family is having a business party tomorrow? I’ll arrange for someone to take Sophia to a private room. Your job is simple—make sure she spends the night with a man. That’s all.”
Violet straightened, interest flickering in her eyes. “So that’s your plan…”
