No One's POV
Amelia stood just inside the glass balcony doors, her nails digging so hard into her palms that she almost drew blood. Her eyes were glued to Vivien, who was currently surrounded by a circle of laughing, chattering girls from high-profile families.
"Look at how fast they change their colors. Tsk," Amelia muttered to herself. "They were practically running after me, begging for my attention when I was the one standing next to Dominic! Now, just because this poor bitch arrived with him, she's suddenly the one getting approached?!"
A bitter smirk crawled onto her face as a plan formed in her mind. She looked back to see Enzo was nowhere in sight.
"I wonder how all those snobbish heiresses will react once they find out you actually came straight out of a middle-class gutter!"
Spotting a passing waiter carrying a tray of fresh champagne and fruit cocktails, Amelia stepped forward and ordered him to stop.
