Gwendolyn's POV
A glass of blood red wine in her hand, with smooth instrumental music playing in the background, Gwendolyn could almost fool herself into believing that everything was okay, that she was not fuming internally, an ugly sneer threatening to mar her precious face.
But the truth was, Gwendolyn Stuart the fourth, was beyond angry, and it was only years of practice, that prevented her features from twisting into something that was horrid to look at.
Never had she been so disrespected in her life, she was Gwendolyn Stuart the fourth, heiress of the Stuart family, no one treated her like trash. Gwendolyn was used to being adored, to people bending over backwards to cater to her every whim. She was the one who tread on other people, which was only right since they were lesser beings. She was the boot that crushed annoying ants, and yet Ryan Terrell had swatted her away like she was an annoying flea that just did not know when to buzz off.
