Queen of manipulation

At the Wright estate, Zoey was seen at the desk, in the garden. Two women sat opposite her, engaged in a lively conversation, the aroma of tea filled the air. Zoey's expression was serene, her eyes sparkling with interest as she listened intently to their words.

"That's settled then," Zoey said with a smile, "we'll go with the castle cake, but let's give it a unique twist - a mix of neutral and purple hues." Just as she finished speaking, her gaze drifted to the side, catching sight of Kimberly approaching from the corner of her eye. Zoey's expression remained serene, but her eyes narrowed ever so slightly, her interest piqued by Kimberly's timely arrival.

"That's all for now." With a warm smile, Zoey bid the ladies farewell, shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries before turning her attention to Kimberly who had just joined them.

"Hey, Kim." Zoey's smile widened, pretending not to see her angry state.