Being in a devilishly good mood, Quintessa was itching to push Tyrone's buttons.
The phone went dead silent, but even through the screen, Quintessa could feel the rage radiating off Tyrone.
"Where the hell are you?" Tyrone's voice was icy, and his grip on the phone was so tight that he was nearly crushing it.
Peering the reflection of herself in the mirror, Quintessa had a wicked smile, "Like I'd tell you. How else am I supposed to enjoy my night with the new guy I've hooked up with?"
Just imagining Tyrone fuming made Quintessa's mood even better.
Tyrone let out a cold laugh, "Fine, you just wait. You better hope he's tough enough to keep you safe."
Quintessa raised an eyebrow, "Waiting for you? What for, to watch me and another guy getting cozy? Dream on."
"Yeah, right. I'm not coming to watch. I'm coming to end you both," Tyrone snapped back.
"Be my guest. But it might be too late. It's a perfect night for a fling," Quintessa taunted before hanging up.
She flashed a charming smile at her reflection, "Let the show begin."
With her chin up, and wearing a perfect smile, Quintessa walked out, ready to witness the drama she had orchestrated.
Back at the party, Quintessa scanned the crowd, but did not spot Sean and his wife. They must've found a quiet corner to stir up some fun. She decided to let them be, so they could add a bit of spice to the atmosphere.
Spotting Yolanda from afar, Quintessa nodded slightly, signaling that her plan was in motion.
Then, she saw Jerome wearing a cold expression, with the shy-smiling Miranda beside him, chatting with his parents.
Quintessa's smile turned mischievous. Marrying into the Lott family? Not if she had anything to say about it.
Why would she let her dear sister have her happily ever after?
Gracefully, Quintessa made her way through, turning down several men trying to chat her up, until she reached Jerome and wrapped an arm around his.
Jerome looked down in surprise, and sensed trouble.
Nathan and Fiona frowned at Quintessa's approach; with her face going pale and her hands trembling, Miranda knew that Quintessa was here to make trouble.
"What are you doing here? This isn't your place. Leave now," Miranda hissed, wishing she could just push Quintessa away but restrained herself in front of Jerome's parents.
Quintessa's smile was honey-sweet, "Why leave? We're practically sisters. And I should definitely meet your future in-laws, right?"
Turning to Mr. and Mrs. Lott, Quintessa beamed, "You must be Nathan and Fiona. I'm Quintessa, Miranda's sister. I bet she's mentioned me."
Fiona, her hair flawlessly styled, looked at Quintessa with disdain, "Oh, you're the Young family's little troublemaker, who always steal other people's boyfriends."
Unfazed by the direct insult, Quintessa had her smile widened, "Exactly! From middle school to college, my sister had 19 boyfriends, and I've snatched them all."
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