Charlotte snorted derisively, a cruel smile spreading across her face. “This is what happens when you cross me,” she said, her tone dripping with mockery. “So what if you’re Chris’s girlfriend? He’ll always put me first.”
Evelyn didn’t respond. Her lips were pale, her body swaying unsteadily, barely holding itself upright.
Charlotte adjusted her coat, brushing past Evelyn with deliberate force, causing her to stumble to the side.
Once inside, Charlotte shrugged off her coat and hung it neatly by the door. Her mood lightened as she spotted Christopher seated on the sofa, engrossed in a discussion with his assistant, who held a tablet and gestured animatedly.
Charlotte approached with a casual grace, her eyes glinting with anticipation.
“What are you looking at?”
Charlotte’s voice was light, almost playful, but her eyes betrayed the tension beneath her carefully composed exterior.
Christopher didn’t glance up, his focus fixed on the tablet in his hands. A faint, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips as he replied,“The venue for my wedding with Evelyn. She’s always loved traditional weddings, so I’m trying to find the perfect place.”