Chapter 4
Freya stood off to the side, watching the scene unfold in silence.
Mia strode over, eyeing her with undisguised contempt.
“Nice party setup, but there’s a problem–no carpet in the main hall and my dress is getting dirty. To make up for your oversight, hold my train.”
Freya kept her eyes down but her voice steady. “One moment. We have spare carpet backstage. I’ll have it laid down right away.”
Seeing Freya dare to refuse, Mia’s face darkened instantly.
Jasper walked in at that moment, immediately picking up on Mia’s expression and rushing to her side.
“What’s up?”
“Babe, I don’t want my dress getting trashed. I asked your assistant to hold my train, and she totally brushed me off. Is she still mad about the other day?”
Seeing Mia’s hurt expression, Jasper pulled her close and shot Freya an icy look.
“It’s just holding a dress. That’s literally your job description. You’ve been my assistant long enough to handle basic requests without the attitude.”
The guests started whispering among themselves.
“An assistant giving Mia Carter lip? Know your place, honey!”
“Some people are born to be catered to, others to do the catering. Being asked to hold her dress should be considered a privilege–don’t act so entitled.”
Hearing these cutting remarks, something in Freya’s eyes dimmed.
She swallowed her dignity and bent down to lift the train.
Mia dragged Jasper all over the venue, clearly enjoying making Freya suffer.
The dress hem was loaded with pearls, making Freya’s arms burn with pain, but she gritted her teeth.
Not satisfied, Mia had someone bring over several drinks and beckoned to Freya.
“I’m not in the mood to drink tonight, but with everyone showing up, I can’t say no. Knock these back for me.”
“I’m allergic to alcohol…”
“Jasper, are you hearing this?” Mia cut her off with a whine.
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Chapter 4
Jasper knew about Freya’s allergy, but to keep Mia happy, he just said, “Don’t you carry your meds? Pop a few–you’ll live.”
His tone brooked no argument, and Freya felt her heart drop.
Her face went pale as she silently took out her pills and swallowed them.
Soon guests approached with toasts, and she forced down drink after drink.
Her stomach revolted violently. Her head felt like it was stuffed with wet cement, her vision swimming.
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