Sabrina Riverty (2)

Charissa Randel breathed deeply. Behind her composed smile and calm demeanour, the true storm full of anger, hostility and resentment was hiding. It was one of her worst days, but she couldn't show how upset she was, as everyone's eyes were on her.

She hoped Sabrina Riverty would die today.

She hoped Arianell Fiore would be struck by thousands of needles and bleed out on the street among the trash where she belonged.

It was her long-awaited tea party that she prepared for months ahead, yet the success of her gathering was taken away by the two wenches, who knew nothing but to seduce the males to win against her.

"Lady Charissa, the party today is very… cosy…" One of her guests said but quickly realized that it wasn't the best compliment for the current situation.

"I think Charissa did a wonderful job at her first party. All the tables are full, so the result is satisfactory…" Another lady lightened the mood.