Lilith's POV
Monday morning greeted me with a feeling of unease, like I was teetering on the edge of a cliff I hadn't chosen to climb. My conversation with Dahlia the night before had been exhausting, prying out every detail about this auction nonsense so I wouldn't sound like a complete fool while trying to charm wealthy benefactors.
The morning began with calls-just two successful ones. One was to the football coach, who was absolutely elated that his prized players were making headlines. His enthusiasm bordered on childlike, as he eagerly proposed a photo of himself with them for the article. I took the opportunity to negotiate; in exchange, he agreed to extend some auction invitations. A win-win, just the way I liked it.
No one gets the better of me. I always win, always walk away
