The auction resumed after the earlier tension had begun to settle. But the atmosphere remained strained—like a thread pulled too tight, threatening to snap at any moment. Laughter was scattered and awkward, and whispers still buzzed as guests discussed the verbal duel between Evelyn and Selena.

But the fragile peace didn’t last long.

Selena, sitting stiffly with her jaw clenched and eyes narrowed in quiet fury, suddenly stood again. This time, there was no polite smile. The crimson gown she wore no longer radiated elegance—but rage.

“How amusing, Evelyn,” she said loudly. “You speak of dignity as if you actually possess it.”

Evelyn, still seated, looked at her without emotion....