Angelica hid her malice behind a sweet smile.
If spirits really could return on the seventh day, perfect—she wanted that wretched Selina to see everything: how she was dead, how everything she left behind now belonged to Angelica, how even her husband was in such a hurry to get engaged that he did it on her seventh day.
Oh, the look on Selina's face would be priceless.
Let Selina rest in peace? What a joke. Angelica wanted her to suffer forever in the depths of torment. Selina had dared to stand in her way—this was exactly what she deserved.
Of course, Logan saw right through her. His eyes were cold and sharp.
"The seventh day? Getting engaged on Selina's seventh day would be a sign of disrespect."
Angelica's expression nearly cracked. Disrespect was exactly the point! She wanted to grind Selina into the dirt, make sure even in death she knew no peace.
But Angelica still kept her delicate facade.
