By 4 PM, the party at King Club was in full swing, with the city's elite gathering under the dim, seductive lights.
Katherine's entrance turned heads immediately, particularly the men. She was draped in a daring, low-cut white gown from D-brand, her generous cleavage nearly spilling out for all to admire.
She basked in the attention, head held high. No man could resist a figure like hers. 'Dorothy, that pathetic twig, probably shriveled up like a raisin after three years in a drought—how could she ever compare to my curves?' Katherine thought smugly.
Scanning the crowd, her eyes landed on Vincent. To her surprise, he'd come alone. Her heart skipped a beat. She'd always insisted that Dorothy didn't deserve someone like him.
With a knowing smile, Katherine arched her back to emphasize
