34: A Dare

Fenella’s POV

I felt like I was going to explode with the pent-up anger tonight. What's wrong with tonight? Everything was supposed to go smoothly, right? Why, at the moment I was about to show off my greatness to Laird, was I instead disturbed by this chaos?

"Laird!" I yelled out his name.

My fists were clenched by my sides. I held myself back as much as I could while looking at the scene unfolding before my eyes.

The man named Laird was sitting on one of the red chairs. A single sofa chair should only fit one person, but this time it was being used improperly. Laird sat with two women sitting on his lap. Just like Oscar.

Around Laird, there were still many women and men surrounding him. They seemed to be playing a game and giggling with joy. When Laird saw me, he immediately widened his smile.

One thing I couldn't accept was a woman playing with Laird's hair while kissing his neck. I knew that woman well, and I couldn't be mistaken. When she raised her head and turned to look at me