Eva wasn't invited to the gala. No one had dared, not since the media fallout that turned her into the villain of the century. Still, that didn't stop her. When you were the second daughter of the Summers family, "no" was just an opportunity to create a spectacle.
Tonight, the Glimmerfall Charity Gala was being held at the Skyward Tower—a towering structure of glass and glittering ambition. It was the event of the year, the kind of place where businessmen in custom suits shook hands while pretending to care about world hunger, and women in dresses that cost as much as a house smiled through their Botoxed lips while waving their diamond-studded cocktail glasses. It was an ocean of wealth, and Eva was about to toss a grenade into it.
