Sophia Kensington: sips champagne So, guess who got their claws into your best friend? Surprise, surprise—me.
Rumor has it, the influential Mrs. Sophia Kensington is plotting her next big scheme. Care to spill the beans, dear?
Ugh, I do hope you're not expecting me to attend some tedious fundraiser or another. My calendar's already overflowing with far more thrilling events.
If I had to guess, it involves her best friend. Perhaps something romantic?
Well, let's just say there's some unexpected romance brewing between me and her best friend. But you know how I like to keep things under wraps, right?
Are you trying to win over a certain member of the royal family, perhaps?
Oh, come on now, MauveAnguish. Don't pretend like you don't know me at all. You know I'm always up to something scheming. But this time, I might have outdone myself. Imagine an affair with her childhood best friend—talk about a twist!
You know me, MauveAnguish. No one ever finds out until the plan is set in stone.
Oh, we go way back. Remember that charity gala from last year?
That's where I first saw him.
Of course, you would have been there. That's where I made my move. We bumped into each other, and let me tell you, he couldn't take his eyes off me. Little did he know, it was all part of my grand plan.
Do you think it will work?
Oh, darling, he's practically falling into my arms. Just wait and see—he won't know what hit him. smirks
Oh, him? He's just a pawn in my game. A convenient little obstacle to maneuver around.
Convenient? That's one way to put it.
Look, MauveAnguish, I call it as I see it. Now if you're done asking questions, I have some scheming to get back to.
As long as it works without ruining lives.
As Sophia continues plotting, she becomes increasingly reckless, risking exposure and harm to those around her.
This seems intense for a charity gala.
Oh, this isn't just any charity gala, MauveAnguish. This is my ticket to the upper echelons of society.