Mia's POV

Mia paced back and forth across the cold stone floor, her mind racing with schemes and strategies. She had always been the one in control, the one who pulled the strings from behind the scenes.

"Foolish, foolish, foolish," she muttered to herself, her eyes flashing with anger. "Elsie thinks she can defeat me? Ha!"

She stopped pacing and stood in front of a large mirror, gazing at her reflection. Her eyes narrowed as she thought of Elsie and Madriod, lost in their little love bubble.

"Yes, that's it," she said to herself, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "I'll use their love against them. I'll tear them...