Her little, deliberate actions... She was the cause of my falling accident. Also, she caused my skull crack along with my injured limbs.
Afterward, I found myself tangled in a scandal, destroyed by Victor’s revenge, my reputation in tatters.
I staggered out of the club, my mind a blur.
There was a man standing at my door, giving me a creepy grin and holding a pink paper box. It was the lingerie mystery box that had gone viral online the night before.
His leering, greasy gaze mixed with a disturbing, perverted look that seemed like it could pierce through my skin.
I rushed home, almost running and locked all the doors and windows, pulling the curtains shut tight. Then, in the suffocating darkness of the room, I slumped onto the floor.
My phone buzzed. It was Victor.
“Abby’s family’s hosting a welcome dinner for her. She wants you there. I’ll pick you up in 30 minutes.”
He didn’t ask where I was, nor did he wait for my response.
As always, it was an order. After delivering his message, he hung up. I swallowed my frustration and turned to finish packing.
Half an hour later, I received an invitation from the French National Ballet.