Whatever it took, Sheila would tear Kourtney down and reclaim her pride. The pride she lost when Kourtney flung a hand across her cheek in front of everybody at that afternoon tea party they held last time.

She could never forget that incident because nobody, dead or alive had ever dared to hit her before, not even her parents or Grandpa Woods.

Receiving a public slap from a nobody had to be the biggest humiliation of her entire life and she wouldn't let Kourtney go until she got her lick back.

Once again, she imagined Kourtney’s fall: the headlines, the scandal, the shame, Sebastian’s disgust.

Wouldn't that be so satisfying?...