She didn't want to cry.
Today was her good day. She had won the lawsuit, obtained the identity of the president's daughter, and simultaneously gained fame and power. She had accomplished a great feat and should have been happy.
But she simply couldn't help it.
Christopher Simonson had meticulously prepared for today's banquet. Purple Summers didn't want to let Christopher feel disappointed, so she excused herself to the restroom and hurried away.
Leaning on the snowflake-patterned ceramic basin, she silently shed tears.
