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Anya's pov

I slid into the bathroom, my eyes wandering as I locked the door to make sure that no one had followed me in.

I went to the sink, producing the little bottle of green liquid that I had stashed in my purse.

The time to use it was now.

I had been in the ballroom observing from afar and the events of the night had angered me more than I had ever been.

That ugly bitch was present, with Dmitri clinging to her side like they were a golden couple.

She had dressed up which I knew was due to the influence of her best friend Bopha and I could see that she looked presentable.

He was parading her around the ballroom, introducing her to whoever it was that cared about her, and in return, she smiled and acted charming pretending like she belonged here when in fact she was supposed to be dead, long gone with that idiot of a brother with her.

I couldn't stand her, when I watched her in the ballroom, my chest tightened more than it should have revealing what was more than resentme