Couture And Chaos:The Gigi Wellington Story
The sharp sound of skin striking skin filled the air, echoing through the grand mansion. Gigi's handprint glowed crimson on Olivia's cheek, the only sign of the anger that had been building inside her for months.
Olivia staggered backwards, disbelief etched on her face. "How dare you! Do you know who I am? I'm your elder sister!"
Gigi scoffed, an icy sneer twisting her lips. "Keep your paws off my fiancé, or you'll regret it. Just because you're older doesn't mean you're better
"Gigi!" Fiona Wellington, cried out in shock, charging towards her step-daughter with a fierce glint in her eye. "How dare you strike my daughter! She's your elder sister. You should show her some respect!"
But Gigi was unfazed, holding her ground with the boldness of a lioness. "Back off, Fiona. I'll take care of Olivia myself. And don't think you're immune to this either. If you come near me or my fiancé again, you'll get a taste of what Olivia just got."
Fiona's face contorted in a mix of anger and disbelief. "You insolent child! You're not even my flesh and blood, and you dare to threaten me? You've gone too far this time, Gigi."
Gigi smirked, her eyes flashing with defiance. "Oh, I'm just getting started. You might be my step-mother, but you're nothing to me. You'd better learn your place before it's too late."
Olivia, still reeling from the slap, seethed with rage.At that moment, a deep, commanding voice reverberated through the grand mansion, slicing through the heated exchange like a sharpened blade.
"What's going on here?!" the voice boomed, silencing all in its wake.
Gigi, Fiona, and Olivia turned in unison.