Another court, another function.
The ball was in full swing, and the guests were rather enjoying themselves to say the least, when Liam asked Ophelia for a dance under Tatiana’s watchful gaze - she even forgot to mingle with nobility for a split second.
Ophelia, surprised, flattered and delighted at the same time, no doubt, accepted gracefully.
Tatiana glared at her mate with all the animosity she could muster, and it wasn’t long before she stormed into his direction.
It was show time.
“You scoundrel,” she began loudly, and all music stopped at once. “How can you do this to me?” She jabbed an accusing finger at his hand which was resting above the woman’s bottom.
Ophelia sported a fake sheepish look and Tatiana emitted a positively murderous aura at that.
She knew it was al
