IMELDA'S POV

"Imelda!" Scarlett yelled, waving her hands in the air for me to see her.

"As much as I would love to stand here and chat with you, I have other things to attend to," I smiled, fakely.

"Please excuse me, Lord Renfrew," he nodded stiffly and I turned to leave, my smile dropping immediately.

"Imelda," Mirabelle tried grabbing me but her father stopped her.

"Don't, let her go."

I smirked, looking at her shaking in anger. This was the angriest I had seen her and I must say, it was a nice view.

"You should listen to Daddy, Mirabelle," I winked at her, provoking her more and left,...