Violet blinked slowly at that comment. Until now, she hadn't realized how pitiful Elsie's life was, how badly she needed to belittle someone else just to feel important. Nice try, though. But her efforts felt like the desperate flailing of an animal at the brink of death.
So, with a smirk at the corners of her mouth, she faced Elsie, her eyes glinting under the ballroom lights.
"Almost? Sweetheart, I walked in and the room adjusted to me." Violet continued, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. "You tried your best, but next time, maybe let your dress do the talking, and not your desperation."
"Burn!" Roman intentionally coughed under his breath.
The gesture drew Elsie's attention toward him, and her hurt expression said it all. She felt betrayed by him of all people.
