The rest of the week passes in a blur, mercifully free of Helen’s constant attempts to undermine and humiliate me at every turn. But tonight, there’s no escaping her - it’s the annual company ball, and attendance is practically mandatory.
I managed to secure a stunning replacement dress after the mall fiasco. The fully embellished tulle gown features an abstract crocodile pattern, with black stones cascading over the long sleeves and a sleek skirt. A leather belt cinches my waist, creating an elegant silhouette. I’ve paired it with understated gold accessories and left my hair down in loose waves, the picture of effortless glamour.
Part of me wanted to skip the event entirely, to just stay home and nurse my wounds in private. But Mila convinced me that after the hellish two weeks I’ve en
