Ronda listened to the queen discussing the ball that would be happening in Gavaria in a few days. Apparently Melissa and Gareth's spoiled little brat was turning seventeen, every year they would throw a grand ball for her, all perks of being the offspring of the king. It was infuriating to think that, that little witch Melissa was having the best time living a life that should have been Ronda's. If that scheming redhead had not been in the picture, Ronda and Gareth would've had children of their own, and this party everyone was so excited about would've been dedicated to THEIR children, not Melissa's.
Every day Ronda's hatred sipped a little deeper into her heart, like wine spilled sipping through the cracks of a stone floor.