Marrying My Father's Enemy-Chapter 95: Charity’s Events: Lipstick And Lies

Chapter 95: Charity’s Event: Lipstick and Lies

The chatter in the grand hall buzzed around Eira like a swarm of bees, but her attention was fully on Callian.

He stood by the bar, exchanging polite words with a sponsor.

Eira sipped her water, letting her gaze wander.

A few tables away, Mita caught her eye, leaning into a conversation with Leina.

Their shared glances in her direction were obvious, their whispered words even more so.

Callian caught her eye from across the room and gave her a small smile before handing his empty glass to a passing waiter.

He gestured toward the restroom with a nod and disappeared through the side door.

Eira sat back, trying to ignore so many stares.

Moments later, she saw Mita rise from her seat, excusing herself with a knowing smirk before following in the same direction Callian had gone.

The minutes ticked by, stretching longer than they should have.

Eira’s fingers tapped the edge of her clutch as her unease grew.

When Mita finally returned, all eyes seemed to follow her.

Her crimson lipstick was smudged at the corner, and her hair, though still perfectly styled, had an almost imperceptible disarray.

She walked with a casual air, her hands smoothing her gown as if to adjust it.

"Oh," Mita said, loud enough for the surrounding tables to hear, "you should really ask your husband to lock the door next time." Her voice sounded with mock sweetness.

Eira froze, every sound in the room dulled as Mita’s words hit her like a slap.

Mita took a seat at her table with an exaggerated sigh, dabbing at the corner of her lips with a tissue.

"I’d hate for anyone to misunderstand. After all, we didn’t do anything." Her smile was razor-sharp, her eyes kept glancing toward Eira with challenge.

Eira felt a heat rise in her chest.

For a moment, she said nothing, letting the silence fall over the room.

People whispered, some glanced between the two women, others tried to feign disinterest.

Eira set her glass down carefully, stood, and made her way toward Mita.

When she reached Mita, the older woman didn’t even bother standing.

She simply leaned back in her chair, her smirk widened as if she had already won.

"Are you done?" Eira asked in a calm, almost bored tone.

Mita blinked, feigning surprise. "Done? Whatever do you mean?"

Eira tilted her head, meeting Mita’s eyes. "The performance. The theatrics. Do you feel better now that everyone’s looking at you?"

Mita chuckled, leaning forward slightly. "Oh, sweetheart, if you can’t keep your man in check, maybe don’t bring him to events like this."

There was a ripple of gasps from those close enough to hear.

"Let me make something very clear, Mita. Whatever little game you’re trying to play here, it’s not going to work."

"Oh?" Mita raised an eyebrow, still smiling. "And why’s that?"

"Because you’re transparent," Eira said simply.

"You think this will embarrass me? It won’t. You think you can use Callian to rattle me? You can’t. But please, keep trying. Watching you flail around like this is almost entertaining."

The smile on Mita’s face faltered for the briefest moment, but she quickly recovered.

"You’re young," Mita said, shaking her head with mock pity.

"You think you understand how this world works, but you don’t. Men like Callian don’t stay loyal to women like you. Not when there’s so much... opportunity elsewhere."

Eira’s lips curved into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. "And women like you think you can rewrite your mistakes by clinging to someone else’s husband. It’s pathetic, really."

Mita’s face hardened. "Watch your tone."

"Or what?" Eira asked with a stricter voice now.

"You’ll try to steal him like you’ve stolen everything else in your miserable life? Go ahead, Mita. See how far you get."

The room was quiet now, the attention of nearly every guest fixed on the exchange.

Even Beatrice, standing at a distance with Vanesa, looked uneasy.

Mita stood abruptly, forcing herself to tower over Eira. "You should be careful, darling. You’re walking a very dangerous path."

Eira didn’t flinch.

She took a step closer, her voice dropped low enough that only Mita could hear.

"You don’t scare me. You never will. But if you want to keep embarrassing yourself, be my guest."

Mita’s hand twitched as if she wanted to slap her but thought better of it.

She stepped back. "Enjoy your evening, Eira. While it lasts."

Mita walked away, leaving Eira standing alone in the middle of the room.

"As for someone who claimed to be abused by Callian, you sure feel confident being next to him."

Eira spoke loud enough so everyone could hear her.

This made Mita’s body stop. A small vein popped on her forehead. "Ttch."

"It’s true. Callian abused her."

"Why would she do that? Unless the accusations weren’t true?"

"I can’t believe it."

Callian returned moments later, his brow furrowed as he approached her. "What happened?"

Eira turned to him. "Mita decided to put on a show. But it’s over now."

Callian’s eyes darted toward Mita’s retreating figure, his jaw tightening. "I should’ve—"

"You didn’t do anything," Eira interrupted. "And even if you did, it wouldn’t matter. She’s desperate. Let her be."

Callian searched her face for a moment, then nodded. "Alright. Let’s get out of here."

Eira allowed him to guide her toward the exit, her head held high despite the whispers that followed them.

As they stepped into the cool night air, Callian looked at her again. "Are you okay?"

Eira took a deep breath, the heaviness in her chest finally eased. "I will be," she said. "But I swear, if Mita tries anything like that again..."

Callian smirked. "She won’t."

Eira glanced at him. "How can you be so sure?"

"Because she just realized something..."

"What could that thing realize? Does she even have a brain for that?"

"You’re not someone to mess with."

Eira let his words sink in as they walked toward the car, the events of the evening faded into the background.

She wasn’t sure what game Mita was playing, but one thing was clear—Eira wasn’t about to let her win.

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