Samantha swirled the olive in her martini glass, her gaze still locked on Helen who was chatting softly with a group of guests.
Her lips curled into a sly smile as she thought about her plan.
“She won't see it coming,” Samantha muttered to herself as a satisfied smirk spread across her face.
She'd show Helen, and everyone else, that she was just a nobody who shouldn't be invited to prestigious events like this in the first place.
“Let’s see how you handle this, b***h!” Samantha muttered under her breath.
Samantha leaned over the bar, signaling to the bartender. “Another martini, please,” she purred.
The bartender nodded and turned around to get her order. As he turned around, Samantha quickly turned around and added a white substance into the martini on the counter.
Samantha, who
