[Twenty minutes Ago]
Sitting inside her car with the windows tinted and air-conditioning humming softly, Fiona dabbed the last bit of powder along her jawline. She examined her reflection, then glanced sideways at Venus with razor-sharp eyes.
"Is everything ready?" she asked, her tone cold enough to freeze the air.
Venus nearly jumped. "Y-Yes, ma'am. The media should be arriving any minute now." Her voice wavered like she feared even breathing wrong.
Fiona clicked her compact shut with a snap.
After the humiliating scolding she'd received from Fredrick earlier, she had spent the entire night stewing in bitterness.
Useless, irresponsible and disappointing.
His words echoed like poison in her ears.
But Fiona wasn't the type to stay quiet and accept defeat. If he thought she was incompetent, then she would prove him wrong—even if she had to tear down someone else to do it.
And Roseline was an easy target.
A perfect target.
