High-Maintenance Heiress Has a Deadly Meltdown
She looked like a princess surrounded by admirers.
Beau and Claude walked alongside her, their faces full of indulgent affection. "You look radiant tonight, Sunny. The championship is as good as yours."
Sunny lowered her head shyly. "It's all thanks to you guys for teaching me so well. I only drew what I envisioned. If only Ms. Chapman were here. I really wished she could see it, too."
Adam's expression darkened. "Don't mention that lunatic. Tonight is your night."
Just then, the lights in the ballroom dimmed. A single spotlight swept across the grand spiral staircase on the second floor. I appeared at the top, dressed in a striking crimson gown, my arm linked with Elliot's.