Her Quiet Fury
a sea of expensive suit
t Eleanor Vance, wife of Senator Alistair
fabric of Seraphina' s famo
d "found" it for me, her eyes gleaming wit
said, her voice deceptively swee
, cold and sharp
low, carried acros
imita
the wo
not fit t
a collective gasp s
ce bu
ved, a predator
hs crafting for her, a delicate silver
to a theatrical pitch. "Trying to erase my
he locket under her heel, the silve
y heart shat
– that I could earn my place, that I co
ust about a dr
ys the outsider, always
smile was
on my original gala dress just hours ago, Alistair's smooth voice pressuring me to wear
ed the one t
mured, "and Clara can finally come
uffled off to boarding schools and dis
e, now so clearly a lie,
sacrifices, a
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