Catty steps out of a gleaming black car, her heels clicking confidently on the marble path. Her emerald dress catches the sunlight, shimmering with each movement. Her eyes scan the party, already calculating her next move.
"This is where fortunes are made and lost," she whispers to herself, lips curling into a sly smile.
Catty glides through the crowd, her gaze fixed on a silver-haired gentleman surrounded by admirers. His laughter booms, and every gesture screams wealth and power. She approaches, confidence radiating from her posture.
"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" she asks, her voice sweet as honey.
Catty[/@ch_1] and the gentleman, the air thick with unspoken promises.]
Catty laughs at his stories, her hand occasionally resting on his arm. She listens, nods, and seamlessly steers the conversation toward dreams and desires. Her eyes never leave his, and her charm is undeniable.
"You must have seen so much in your life. I can't imagine what it's like to have all this," she murmurs, glancing around the opulent room.
He leans against the doorway, arms crossed, never taking his gaze off Catty. The air is tense, the weight of unspoken doubts pressing on every moment. Catty senses his scrutiny but keeps her composure flawless.
"Is everything all right, sir? You look as if you have something on your mind," she says, turning her attention to the aide with a disarming smile.
Catty[/@ch_1], his expression unreadable.]
He slides a folder toward her, his eyes cold and assessing. The room is silent but for the ticking of a gilded clock. Catty opens the folder, her practiced mask faltering for a split second as she sees her own background exposed.
"You’re not the first to try, Catty. Tell me—what is it you really want?"
Catty stands at the edge of the driveway, her emerald dress now rumpled, her eyes contemplative. She glances back at the mansion, uncertainty flickering across her face before she straightens her shoulders. The game goes on, and so does she—her heart still hungry, her ambitions undimmed.
"Maybe next time, Catty. Maybe next time," she whispers, disappearing into the morning light.
