Chapter 3 - The Flash Bulbs Catch Every Drop Of Venom
A barrage of camera shutters fired off like rapid-gunfire, immortalizing the bitter hostility on film.
Woman 2 clenched her jaw tightly, fighting back a surge of burning humiliation in front of the cameras.
She lifted her chin with practiced grace, refusing to let the public see her armor crack.
“You haven't won anything tonight, Eleanor; everyone knows you’re just bitter and discarded,” Woman 2 hissed quietly.
Woman 1—Eleanor—responded with a slow, chilling smile that reached right down into her cold eyes.
“Enjoy the borrowed spotlight while it lasts, darling; the fall from grace is always much faster,” Eleanor replied smoothly.
The ambient murmur of the red carpet crowd swelled into a loud, frantic wave of speculation.
Security guards instinctively shifted their weight forward, ready to intervene if the verbal war turned physical.
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The heavy scent of expensive French perfume and designer cologne mixed with the crisp night air.
Every eye on the boulevard was locked entirely on the explosive drama unfolding right before them.
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