Following tradition, LD Fashion Week closed the runway segment with a formal dinner for every participating designer and guest, held in the Grand Hall.
Cassandra never got an invitation.
She pushed the point herself, and only then did the organizers admit the oversight.
Holding the late invite in her hand, her flawless makeup did nothing to hide the resentment underneath.
What is this supposed to be?
Did she actually need to beg her way into this dinner like some kind of charity case?
She'd brought three priceless couture gowns specifically for this event.
Changing in the dressing room, she'd noticed Eleanor had only brought one formal dress.
If she sprayed the remaining acid onto that dress, Eleanor would be stuck showing up in some plain black suit instead.
Cassandra had slipped
