Victoria’s POV
Night fell fast. The city outside my window glowed gold and blue. I sat by the vanity mirror, fixing my lipstick, waiting.
My phone buzzed once. A single line appeared on the screen.
“Everything is going as planned.”
That was all it said.
I set the phone down slowly, staring at my own reflection. For the first time, a small crack appeared in the mask I’d worn for years. Guilt? Maybe. Or maybe just nerves.
But I pushed it away.
This wasn’t about guilt. It was about control.
Elle thought she could make me look weak in front of Jordan. Thought she could win him with her quiet little smarts and gentle eyes. She had no idea what kind of game she was in.
I stood, straightened my dress, and smiled at my reflection.
“Actions speak louder,” I whispered. “And mine always win
