JASMINE POV.
I was slightly taken aback by Kimberly. What did she mean by that?
I rolled my shoulders back and offered a small, practiced smile. “What are you talking about?”
Her lips curled. “You knew I didn’t get the contract. You were just trying to mock me.”
I lifted my champagne glass. Took a slow sip. “Mock you? Kimberly, please. The whole world knows I care for you.” The lie sat bitter on my tongue, but I said it anyway. Smooth. Polished. Useless.
“You might have lost this one,” I added softly, “but who knows? The gala might help you bounce back.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Drop the fake noble act. Everyone can see you are trying to sabotage me. But guess what?” Her voice lowered a note. “I see through you, Jasmine. And I have prepared in advance.”
I let out a light laugh and g
