Diana's POV
"Damn it!" I hissed under my breath, slamming my champagne glass onto the table with force The crystal wobbled precariously, the liquid threatening to spill over the rim. My chest heaved with frustration as I clenched my fists, trying to calm the storm brewing inside me.
"I was too desperate," I muttered angrily. "I looked like an idiot in front of her!"
The image of Claire's smug, composed face flashed in my mind, and it made my blood boil. She had seen right through me— her defiance was like a slap to my face. I had planned everything so meticulously, yet my impatience had nearly jeopardized it all.
I took a deep breath, trying to regain my composure. The party buzzed on around me, oblivious to the seething fury beneath my carefully crafted facade. No one could suspect me, and I intended to keep it that way.
