Eighty five

ARABELLA POV

Everyone was in a frenzy. Mia stood on the stage, frozen, while I smiled to myself at the corner. She had been on that stage for far too long, reeling and enjoying the multiple applause that she was receiving, which made me sick. While she rode in that silly high, her husband stared at me with eyes full of lust. I glanced at him occasionally and caught his eyes numerous times, practically stripping me of my dress, right from the moment I came into the space.

That he looked at me with such lust filled gaze empowered me even further; I was so close to my goals, so very close. Mia thought she had won, when in actual fact this was just the beginning of her failure. She stood stunned on the stage, and I looked at Lily, who was grinning openly.

My eyes met with Lily; she gave me a very subtle nod. Lily had pulled the projector to work when Mia started to ramble on and on about her husband on the stage. I rolled my eyes in disgust; he was the very man that she stole from me. I w