Outside, the street pulsed with the night’s restless energy. Addie hummed a carefree tune, her fingers curled around the handles of a designer bag, purchased that afternoon with Henry’s card. Since her divorce talks soured, her husband had frozen every account tied to his name, leaving her stranded without the luxury she craved. Now, splashing a man’s wealth again felt like reclaiming her throne, a decadent thrill she hadn’t tasted in months. The banquet gown Henry tasked her to buy for me? A fleeting afterthought. She’d grab something cheap from a chain store like H&M when the time came—her own radiance took precedence.
Tonight’s Rose Pack party promised a sea of wealthy heirs, a stage for Addie to dazzle. She’d prioritize herself, her allure a weapon to hook a new suitor, her future sec
