_Author’s POV_
With a firm resolve, Stephanie rejected Zarelle’s proposal. “Miss Feymere, are you trying to witness my humiliation firsthand? If I confess to him, I’d only end up as the laughingstock.”
Zarelle furrowed her brow, her good intentions seemingly misunderstood. She spoke plainly, her voice tinged with disappointment. “If that’s how you feel, then I can’t force you. Take some time to think about it, though.”
“If you don’t want my help, fine,” Zarelle added, hoping to mend their strained relationship. “As for you and Daniel, you can find your own way to pursue him. Just don’t treat me as some imaginary rival.”
Stephanie stared at Zarelle, defiant. Her patience running out, Zarelle called for Gwen to escort the guest out.
“Zarelle, one day, I will have Daniel!” St
