Penelope’s POV
“Get the car, Eliora.”
I did not wait for her answer. I yanked my designer clutch off the VIP table, the leather digging into my palm.
“Already on it,” Eliora muttered. Her keys jangled in her hand as she stepped ahead of me. “Let us get out of this zoo before the stench of low-tier mongrels ruins my silk top.”
I turned my back on the grand ballroom. Every pair of eyes in the room tracked my movement, but I kept my chin high, my heels clicking a sharp, mocking rhythm against the marble floor.
Clack. Clack. Clack.
They wanted to stare? Let them. They could spend the rest of the night suffocating on the drama Julian and his little trash heap had left behind. I had zero intention of breathing the same oxygen as them for a second longer.
I pushed through the heavy glass d
