Meanwhile, Natalie descended the stairs, her face set in a deep scowl. Anger simmered beneath her composed exterior, directed at everyone involved in this mess—at her father for imposing such a severe punishment on Celine, at Celine for being reckless enough to provoke the wrong person, but most of all, at Ephyra Allen.
That insufferable girl had single-handedly thrown their family into turmoil. The video from the masquerade party played on repeat in Natalie's mind, each damning revelation fueling her frustration.
Who the hell was backing Ephyra Allen?
There was no way a girl with no power, no standing, and no formal influence could have orchestrated such a calculated, devastating downfall of both the Allens and the Lathams. Someone was behind her, pulling the strings.
