Chapter 187

[Sydney]

Our plan didn't work. When I called my friend and asked for some assistance, he was sure this would be all that we needed. "She's feeling very vulnerable right now," he assured me. "Lost and unsure of her place with Atlas. She just needs a little push to send her over the edge."

So I trusted him. My dad's friend has been a great help in the past. He was always quick when it came to delivering the meds I used in the wine.

The man with the sign was supposed to scare that stupid Greyson girl away from the competition, maybe even cause her to argue with Atlas about the safety of the show. The dead bird was an added bit that I thought up, and at first, it seemed to work like a charm. She went running off the stage, her beautiful dress ruined, so close to tears.

I was sure she would have started yelling at Atlas the moment she made it out of the dressing room in a hideous borrowed dress.

But none of what happened seemed to shake her. If anything she seemed more poised and elegant