The evening that Emily had been waiting for finally arrived.
Her eyes sparkled as she stared at her reflection in the mirror.
This wasn't her first time wearing expensive clothes and jewellery. But the feeling tonight was … different. For once, it felt like she was meant to wear them. As if she was born to carry the weight of luxury and command the room with elegance —and more importantly, entitlement.
"Ms. Brown, you are —" one of the stylists who was helping her in getting ready for the party began to praise her, but the words froze mid-sentence the moment Emily shot a cold glare her way.
"What did you call me?" she asked, her voice low and threatening.
The poor woman stiffened and immediately paled.
"I … I —"
