Violet spent over an hour on the phone.
As soon as she realized the mix-up, she quickly reached out to several news outlets to stir up publicity for herself.
With any luck, tomorrow’s front page would feature her dramatic maneuver at the track—she’d be making headlines before the race show even aired.
It was a shame about that video game deal. Otherwise, all three companies could have made a killing with her help this time.
After some coaxing from Violet, Gwyneth finally went to bed. But Victoria’s earlier phone call still weighed on her mind—her mom had promised her the game, but now she wasn’t so sure it would happen.
She tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep even as the clock crept past ten.
Now, she regretted ignoring her mom’s call earlier. Was Victoria asleep by now? Or worse, was she angry at being ignored?
Gwyneth clicked on her bedside lamp. Next to her pillow sat the glow-in-the-dark jigsaw puzzle she and Violet had spent the whole evening putting together. It was beautiful.
Violet always bought her favorite things, and anything Gwyneth wanted to do, Violet would join in without complaint.
Part of her just wanted to stay close to Violet, but she couldn’t stop thinking about her mom’s promise. Torn between the two, she felt restless.
In the end, Gwyneth couldn’t resist the temptation of the game. Late at night, she dialed Victoria’s number.
Victoria, meanwhile, had crawled into bed with a book, but exhaustion from a day spent at the racetrack with Osborn quickly caught up to her. After flipping just a few pages, she drifted off to sleep, her book forgotten.
Her phone was set to silent, so when Gwyneth called, she didn’t hear a thing.
Gwyneth tried calling several times, but with no answer, she assumed her mom was ignoring her out of anger.
Her heart pounding with worry, she sulked for a while, then grew increasingly upset. If her mom was just lying to her, why should she even bother picking up the phone?
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