Not A Small-Town Girl

Chapter 16-1

When the auction ended, Juniper began to feel her anger rise. "What the hell are those idiots doing? Do they even know what the Crimson Lily is? If it wasn’t for them, it would’ve been ours, no question. It was practically in our hands!" she fumed, clearly pissed off.

She went on for a while, ranting, until she finally noticed Danielle sitting next to her, effortlessly relaxed with a little smirk on her face. She looked like someone who hadn’t been caught up in the chaos at all.

"Aren’t you pissed, Danielle? We got totally screwed out of the Crimson Lily!" Juniper asked, still a little confused by her friend’s cool attitude.

Danielle just shrugged, her tone completely casual. "The Crimson Lily just wasn’t meant to be. Let’s forget about it. The party’s starting. We should go."

Meanwhile, in the VIP box, David sat back on the black leather sofa, one long leg casually crossed over the other. He held a glass of red wine, his gaze fixed ahead, exuding the kind of regal energy that made people take notice.

his voice calm

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old man? That was arranged

his eyes, but Nathan couldn’t

fountain at the entrance to the hall was set alight with spotlights, reflecting a multitude of shimmery colors

attendees exchanged name cards and traded banter, most of which was about

as they entered the hall and laid eyes on the array of hors d’oeuvres and pastries. Both women shared a love of sweets, and they kept to themselves in an inconspicuous corner as they

like she had transformed into a girly teen again under the spell of the

god, you have to try this Orange Swiss Roll, too," Juniper said as she took a