Not Your Chip
On the afternoon of the banquet, the encrypted channel exploded.
Julian posted a photo of a custom, extra-wide iron chair, adding a malicious caption: [Custom made for Miss Rossi, so she doesn't break the legs off our furniture.]
Camilla immediately followed up with a photo of a giant pig-head cake: [Tonight's dessert! Hope little Chloe loves it.]
I stared at the screen, a cold smirk pulling at my lips.
"These brainless pieces of shit!" Sienna slammed her makeup brush onto the table, shaking with rage. "Chloe, tonight I'm going to make them get on their knees just to look at you!"