The parent Irene had been talking to noticed the tension between them and swiftly took her leave. With the woman gone, Irene faced Elsie with her hands clasped in front of her and asked politely, "How may I help you, Elsie Lancaster?"
Elsie did not know Irene much, but when someone called her by her full name like that, it couldn’t be anything good.
"I—I... T-the thing is..." Elsie found herself stammering at Irene’s intimidating stare. Unlike her, Zara was so easy to win over. The woman practically worshipped her. But not Irene. So far, sweet-talking was not Irene’s style.
So she took the alternative her mother had offered and said at once, "Your dress is stunning, Irene. I love it. And it’s so nice that we are both in red. The media might even think we are mother and daughter." She flattered her.
"Thank the gods we are not mother and daughter. Even my younger daughters know not to be as foolish as you," Irene callously said.
Elsie’s face heated with shame, and her ego couldn’t take such hit. But then, she needed Irene and so she swallowed her pride and apologized. "I’m so sorry, Irene. I honestly don’t know what came over me these past few days. It must be the stress or something that made me lose my mind."
But Irene said to her with faux sweetness, "Still not taking consequences for your actions, aren’t you such a delight, Elsie?"
Then she stepped closer, and Elsie instinctively took a step back, the woman towering over her.
Irene’s voice was tightly controlled as she said, "I know girls like you. You think me stupid not to see through your plans?"
Elsie gulped, "No, that’s not—"
"Shh." Irene pressed her finger against her lips, silencing her. She continued this time, her voice slower and intentional, "The only reason I have tolerated you so far was because of the prophecy your mother told me. But it’s nice to know that prophecies have multiple interpretations."
Elsie Lancaster was stunned. What did she mean by that? It especially unsettled her seeing the cruel, satisfied smile on Irene’s face as if she knew something that she didn’t. Something that would not work in her favour.
Before Elsie could question what she meant by that, the light in the room suddenly dimmed. Everyone’s attention was drawn at this point as the music shifted and the doors swung open.
Violet Purple made her appearance.
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