This was how it was supposed to be.
That was what Angela thought as she stood at the entrance, staring at the guests with supremacy, who gazed at her with admiration and envy. She was supposed to be the center of power in the society. She was supposed to be the center of everyone's attention. Just like now.
Like how every single person's eyes in the room fell on her the moment she stepped inside. Like how they gazed at her with admiration and envy. Like how almost every woman in the room wished to become her.
It was supposed to be like that. Now it was like that. In the future it would be too. And Isabella could do nothing to her and could never take it away from her.
That night her spotlight being stolen by Isabella was just a temporary glitch. It would never happen again. She would never let it happen.
