The plan is risky

Gianna stormed back to her room, her heels clicking furiously against the polished deck as she tried to rein in her growing anger. The confrontation with Cindy had left her seething, the bitter taste of jealousy and frustration burning in the back of her throat. She couldn't believe the audacity of that woman—no, she refused to believe that someone like Cindy could have everything she wanted.

As she reached her room, Gianna shoved the door open with more force than necessary, causing it to slam against the wall. The room was brightly lit, the sunlight streaming in through the large windows and casting a warm, golden glow across the lavish furnishings. But the warmth of the room did nothing to soften the cold, hard expression on Gianna's face.