Auction of Power
Valenticia’s POV:
It was a week after that experience. The bruises on my body had disappeared, and the pain in my leg had diminished almost completely. I was healed, but something had changed in me—a waking thought, an assertion that it was time to take back my possession.
One morning, while drinking tea with my grandmother, she set down her cup and looked at me with a straight eye.
“You are going to a charity gala,” she told me.
I raised a brow. "A gala?"
"Yes," she nodded. "An auction, to be precise. This is where your takeover will start.”
I straightened in my seat, interested. "How?"
“You will donate and buy something expensive, making sure your name is among the high elites. You need to show them that you are claiming your rightful place.” She explained.
“Val
