Chapter 113

The afternoon photoshoot for the magazine cover was when Cassandra began her little game.

She bombarded Evelyn with endless demands. Fetch this, buy that—over and over, just to make her life miserable.

But Evelyn had seen it coming. She wasn’t fazed. Instead, she moved swiftly, treating Cassandra’s petty torment like a workout.

The paycheck wasn’t why she’d agreed to be Cassandra’s assistant. She wanted to uncover how Cassandra and Victoria had twisted the truth.

From what she’d pieced together, their methods were dirty. Staying close to Cassandra would make digging easier.

By the time the shoot wrapped up, the sky had darkened. Evelyn had no intention of riding back with Cassandra—she planned to hail a cab to the Grayson estate.

But—

“Evelyn Whitmore, where do you think you’re going?” Cassandra’s mocking voice cut through the air. “Did I say you could leave?”

Clearly, she wasn’t done making Evelyn’s day hell.

Evelyn turned, unimpressed. “It’s past working hours.”

Cassandra smirked. “Who said assistants get fixed hours? You’re off when I say you’re off.”

Evelyn arched a brow. “So, you have more work?”

Cassandra flipped her hair. “No, but I’m attending an elite party tonight. Consider yourself lucky—I’m letting you tag along.”

An elite party? Hard pass.

Still, it was odd. Cassandra, a minor celebrity with a recent scandal, shouldn’t have been invited.

Evelyn narrowed her eyes. “Fine. Let’s go.”

Cassandra’s smile widened—like everything was going according to plan. “Get in the car. I picked out your outfit. Change now.”

Evelyn nodded and stepped inside.

Cassandra watched her, a sly grin curling her lips.

Tonight’s party was the event of the season. Rumor had it, the city’s elite would all be there.