No One's POV
Alina slammed the lady's room door so hard the perfume bottles on the vanity fell down.
"Ughhh! I want to kill her! I want to rip that dress off her dead body!" she shrieked, her face contorting into a pure rage. She grabbed a heavy soap dispenser and hurled it into the sink, watching it shatter.
"How dare she! How dare that bitch treat me like a common dog in front of everyone!"
She was mid curse, her chest heaving, when she heard a click of the door locking behind her.
Instantly, her posture shifted. She smoothed her hair with trembling fingers, wiped her eyes, and slumped her shoulders. She turned around, ready to play the victim card to whichever socialite had walked in. Until she saw exactly who was standing there.
Her innocent act dropped instantly. She straightened up, her eyes flashing with Anger as she marched toward the man leaning against the door.
Elias stood there, his face cold.
