Back in the city, Catalina sat in her car, her eyes fixed on the entrance of Aurora fashion house.
After humiliating her, Lyvana seemed to be moving on with her life as if nothing had happened, and that thought made her blood boil.
She sat watching the sleek glass doors. She didn't just want an apology from her, she wanted to see Lyvana lose her life.
As she gripped the steering wheel, her phone buzzed in the cup holder. It was a message from one of her contacts.
She's left home.
Catalina smiled.
As soon as she entered, she went to the reception, requesting a large supply of items.
Bertha saw her as she was being led to the the procurement office, and frowned.
What is this bitch doing here? she wondered.
She rushed to the receptionist who told her, Catalina was making a request for some of their top designs.
"Whatever for?" Bertha asked. "Does she own a boutique?"
The receptionist only shrugged.
She quickly texted Lyvana.
