She gazed at the visage reflected in the mirror analyzing every detail. "This outta do the trick." she concluded. Snatching the gold earrings from her dresser and brushing her flowing blonde hair over one shoulder the vision was complete. How laughable the entire ruse seemed now. Of course she'd attend his little soirée. It has been all too easy to seduce Barnabas back into her arms, but it was proving difficult to keep him there. She wasn't phased by it. Her business savvy trained her to thrive on a challenge. She had the upper hand. A mischievous smile enveloped her succulent red lips as she charged out to her car bound for Collinwood.
She threw her keys toward the caretaker turned valet and slunk into the foyer now iridescent for the occasion. Angelique maneuvered through the masses scanning the crowd for the dark hair and handsome features she'd worshipped for centuries. Suddenly it occurred to her she'd managed to spot every occupant of the decrepit estate sans two. The realization pounded in her chest as she ascended the grand staircase dreading what she might find on that accursed balcony.
As she approached her body trembled in terror. Suddenly two figures slid into view. She gazed upon the lovers in an all too familiar scenario. The sight summoned Josette to her mind. How she had turned to view this sickening sight before. Powerless to avert her eyes as her beloved lavished his tender affections on that frail little creature. It was too much to bare. She curled her fingers in fury digging her nails into the wall. She spun around trying to relieve the crippling agony, but the torment did not subside. She would never be defeated by this pathetic wretch. She had no choice but to again destroy her rival. She would be Victoria's undoing. The little bitch had to die.