Fiona Vaughn walked gracefully, her high heels clicking as she stopped in front of Cecilia Vaughn, her face showing a gentle facade that barely concealed her smugness.
"Sister, I'm doing this for your own good. It seems like all the women here have men supporting them. At the very least, they've had a heart lit up for them. You wouldn't want to be at the bottom of the list, completely bare with not even one Flower Protector, would you?"
Cecilia Vaughn slowly raised her head, a cold smirk played on her lips, her eyes chill enough to startle.
"Fiona, do you really enjoy putting others down so much?"
Fiona covered her mouth as if wounded, tears welling up, as if Cecilia's words might make her cry at any moment.
"Sister, how can you say that about me? I was genuinely thinking of you."
The Cupid's Night competition was already at a fever pitch. Tyson Law was placing his bids, but his competitors were numerous, relentlessly keeping up with him.
