Sade’s POV
Sade felt the cold splash of orange juice against her black silk shirt, the liquid rolling off the smooth fabric. She glanced down, unimpressed. The stain wouldn't even show, but that wasn't the point. Deseray, the harpy, stood there with a self-satisfied smirk, not even bothering to apologize.
Sade raised an eyebrow. "You do realize I'm wearing all black, right? Guess that little stunt didn't go as planned. Try harder next time."
Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked off to the bathroom. Inside, she dampened a paper towel and dabbed at her shirt before tossing it in the trash. Just as she stepped out of the stall, Deseray was there, arms crossed and eyes gleaming with malice.
"I know you have something going on with Mr. Rossi," Deseray hissed. "But he is mi
