Calliope stumbled upon the news online.


    She skimmed through thements, noting how some people called her a drama queen while others expressed envy. Of course, some tried topare her with Lisette, desperately trying to pit them against each other.


    Upon seeing the negative remarks, Portia went ballistic in their group chat of four.


    Archie joined in with Portia, adding fuel to the fire.


    Mavis, however, remained rtively calm, advising them to stop. She assured them that everyone would realize just how incredible Callie was one day.


    But Calliope wasn''t particrly bothered by the insults.


    "People can say what they want," she thought. "Their words don''t affect me."


    Her mind was more upied with the thought of Lisette''s birthday party that evening. She decided she had to dress to impress, even if it meant outshining Lisette.


    Every year, Lisette would steal the spotlight with her dazzling outfits, while Calliope''s mother, Zelda, insisted she keep it low-key. As a result, they never seemed like they were celebrating together. It was like they weren''t even sisters.


    Zelda would parade Lisette around and introduce her to everyone, while Calliope was often left to linger in the corners and told to stay quiet so she wouldn''t reveal herck of worldly experience.


    Sometimes, Zelda would proudly have Lisette perform some song or disy her artistic talents. As a child, Calliope had wanted to shine, too, but Zelda always dismissed her.


    "You''re just not good enough," Zelda would say. "Don''t embarrass us."


    In Zelda''s eyes, Lisette was the epitome of excellence, the one to bring pride to the family.


    Calliope narrowed her eyes. If they didn''t want her to be the belle of the ball, she''d do exactly that-outshine Lisette. She no longer cared about what that family thought of her. She could do as she pleased.


    Calliope smirked. She had nned to have someone prepare a dress for her, but to her surprise, Ss had already taken care of it.


    Fagan delivered a dress to her,plete with matching jewelry.


    "Mrs. Myers, here''s the stylist''s number. Call him when you''re ready, and he''lle and get you all dolled


    up."


    "Oh, and Mr. Myers has some


    business to attend toter, so he might not make it to the party on time. You can head over first. He mentioned you could take Damien and the others with you. They''ll keep you safe."


    Calliope nodded. "Got it. Let him know it''s no big deal if he can''t make it."


    Calliope understood that a party like Lisette''s wasn''t prestigious enough for someone like Ss. So, he didn''t need to be there. She would make a statement, and dragging Ss along wasn''t necessary.


    After Fagan left, Calliope examined


    the dress. It was another creation by the famous designer K. It was not quite the same style as the one from yesterday, but equally eye-catching and luxurious, and the fabric screamed opulence. Ordinary


    dresses would pale inparison to this masterpiece.


    Calliope was thoroughly pleased with it. She didn''t need to worry about finding anything else.


    Meanwhile, Lisette was surrounded by her three brothers.


    She asked eagerly, "Is it true, guys? I get to wear a dress by K, too?"


    "Yep, we''ve convinced Callie," Valerian said with a fond smile. "She agreed to gift you one. With Ss''s resources, getting a K dress is a breeze, so Callie had no problem with it."