Charity's POV
“Where are we going? I thought we finally decided to teach my stepsister, Harold.” I stopped when Harold kept pulling me outside of the party hall. He looked at me, and I saw a faint mischief in his eyes.
“Harold,” I called him. I couldn't believe that Dianna dared to act as a victim in front of me. I know she's mad that I humiliated her in front of the guests. I want to laugh at her, maybe I tried to fight with her, but I can't. Even though I acted like I was the protagonist at the family dinner party, I couldn't stop thinking about why she did it to me.
I didn't even notice a slight guilt in her eyes, as if she was used to doing that. Maybe Olivia taught her how to be haunted by her conscience, but I hoped that Dianna would find a way to be okay.
“We're going to the ho
