–Laura–
I was still stunned by the way scandals could spread like wildfire. Not even twenty-four hours, and the entire internet looked like it had been set on fire, reshaped, and then neatly gift-wrapped in Livana's favorite brand of elegance and cruelty. But the part that really had me laughing? She didn't just expose the Dela Vegas' dirty laundry—she practically bought the whole laundromat, kicked out the owners, and replaced the CEOs of the four biggest Network Agencies who were in bed with them. Smooth. Ruthless. Classic Livana.
"I'm starting to think Livana is in love with Damon," Damien said lazily, sprawled out on the sofa like a cat that ate too many fish and was now regretting life. His hair was sticking up like he had been electrocuted, and yet, somehow, he still made it look like a hairstyle from a men's fashion magazine. Typical.
