Drowning My Traitors In Luxury

Summary

I used to think that the maid’s daughter, Daisy Carmichael, was born with a fatal flaw: she always had to be the center of attention. Every time she stepped out, she managed to look more dazzling, more the main character, than me, the actual heiress of the Bellwether name.

In my past life, at my own engagement party, she cut up every single one of my custom evening gowns. She then swept in, decked out in the one she’d stolen, and became the undeniable focus of the entire room. Everyone murmured that shewas the real leading lady.