I flicked my phone off and tossed it aside.
Outside the window, the night hung heavy and silent as I rubbed my aching leg absently.
Right on cue, the wedding descended like a gilded storm.
A hundred-million-dollar spectacle dripping with diamonds and old-money elites.
Nothing like my own pathetic ceremony, just a flimsy gold band and promises that turned to dust.
In the dressing room, Eva pranced around like a peacock, flashing that ridiculous diamond.
"Victoria," she purred. "Chasing Damian like a starving mutt for years, only to end up a broken-legged nuisance tossed out with the trash. Talk about a raw deal."
"But ten billion? Even for a shameless cripple like you, that's a stretch. What could you possibly..."
I kept tracing my brow line, lips curling. "Run along and tell Damian
