A deathly silence fell over the ballroom.
Every eye was on me.
Steven stood frozen in place, staring at me as if he'd seen a ghost. His eyes were sharp, filled with disbelief.
"Y-you're... Zanna Wood?" His voice trembled uncontrollably.
I curled my lips into a faint smile, lifted the hem of my gown, and gracefully descended the staircase.
"What is it, Mr. Reed?" I said lightly. "Don't recognize me anymore?"
Stopping in front of him, I tilted my chin up slightly and looked at him with the same superiority he used to look at me.
"Then again, to you, I was just some poor girl you could get rid of with twenty grand. A disposable little plaything who wasn't fit to be seen in public."
The moment the words left my mouth, gasps rippled through the crowd.
Everyone present was sharp enough
