Author's POV
The entire front of Caesar's chest was soaked, his pristine white shirt now clinging to the defined muscles beneath. The sound of the tray clattering to the floor echoed through the ballroom, drawing all eyes to them.
"I'm so sorry, sir! It wasn't intentional. Are you alright? I truly apologize," the server stammered, panic evident in his voice.
Before Sylvia could even speak, Selene swooped in like a hawk circling wounded prey. Her eyes glinted with malicious satisfaction as she tore into the poor server.
"What kind of service is this? You can't even carry drinks properly?" she snapped, her voice loaded with venom. "Do you want to lose your bonus this month? Who's your manager?"
This wasn't random - this was another one of Selene's carefully orchestrated "accidents." Fir
