Not once had Camille ever felt like she'd underestimated Mirena.
The fancy dresses, cars and appearances after being kicked out of the sterling family had bothered her, but not to an extreme extent.
After all, she didn't have a man like George, and a reputation like hers. Soon enough, those old men she wriggled into bed with, were going to get tired of her and everything was going to burn.
… At least, that was the thought she entertained prior to seeing Mirena step out from Alexander Pierce’s luxury car, clad in a red dress that looked a thousand times more better and expensive than hers, and hanging off his arm like she belonged there.
Her chest tightened, not with discomfort, but with the kind of envy she tried to convince herself she didn't feel.
Yet, it was there, eati
