As Valine and the three mistresses left the dining hall, a thick cloud of tension hung in the air, casting a palpable unease over their every interaction. Tiffany, seething with anger, could no longer contain her frustration, her words dripping with venom as she confronted Valine.

"You planned this all along, didn't you? Coming into our lives, seducing Dimitri, and taking his attention away from us," Tiffany spat, her voice laced with accusation. "You have no right to be here!"

Valine, her face adorned with a smug smile, raised an eyebrow in mock innocence. "Oh, Tiffany, dear, you give me far too much credit. He chose me himself”

Tiffany's anger...