Bianca paced inside the private lounge at the ball venue, her fingers tapping against the table impatiently.
The anticipation coursing through her veins was almost intoxicating.
Tonight would be the end of Serena Winthrop.
When her phone vibrated, she grabbed it instantly, answering without hesitation.
“It’s done,” Mr. Carter’s voice came through the line.
A slow, wicked grin spread across Bianca’s face.
She leaned against the mirror and admired her reflection, tilting her head slightly. “Perfect.”
She took a moment to smooth out her dress, ensuring every strand of hair was in place before stepping out.
The hallway was silent, the music from the ballroom faint in the distance.
As she made her way toward the private suite where Serena was being kept, she could already imagine
