Third Person POV
Nan Lupa…Nan freaking Lupa…Malina could not believe that gold digger’s audacity.
The party had been as expected. Fundraising for some poor peasants that nobody actually cared about. Cold cunning and ruthlessness hidden behind society polite smiles and feigned interest in each other’s hobbies.
Always looking for each other’s soft under bellies to tear into. A competition of blank checks and fast pens. Who could donate more, and who was lacking?
Typical. Just like every other society party. A never-ending game of pretend and potential ruin.
Malina thrived off this game. She and her childhood best friend, Cora, often dominated the game like with casual ease. But not lately.
No, Cora had been exiled from society like some common lineage, no-name loser. All because o
