Whatever works

After sending her message, Vespera dozed off waiting for Alaric's reply.

Meanwhile, Alaric walked into the bar and found Elowen crying in the private room. "What's all this about?" he asked, frowning.

"Are you just going to ignore me forever?" Elowen looked up at him with tear-filled eyes.

Alaric gave her a cold look. "You're worried about that now? Weren't you happy enough taking Vespera's position?"

"It's not like that!" Elowen sniffled. "I just... I just wanted what I deserved. I'm a designer too!"

"Right, Miss Designer," Alaric sneered. "And getting what you deserve means taking what belongs to others?"

"How can you say that? You know I'm not like that!" Elowen cried, grabbing his sleeve.

Alaric shook her off. "No, I don't know what you're like anymore. I thought you were still that sweet, innocent girl from childhood. But I was wrong. You're fake, selfish, manipulative, even cruel - stirring up trouble between Heath and Aurora while playing the victim with me. You're not the Elow