THE Winthrop mansion was a picture of opulence, its grand hallways echoing with the sound of Elena’s heels clicking furiously as she stormed through the house. The rich tapestry of antique furniture and priceless artwork seemed to pale in comparison to the whirlwind of rage she brought with her.
In her room, an expansive suite designed to mimic luxury itself, Elena sat on the edge of her bed, her perfectly manicured nails tapping against her phone. Her hazel eyes burned with fury as she scrolled through her messages, seeing her unanswered text to Jared glaring back at her.
She threw the phone onto the plush bedding and stood, her silk robe billowing as she began pacing.
“Unbelievable! How dare he ignore me? ME? Elena Winthrop!” she fumed, her voice escalating with each word.
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