Amber's POV:
Just as James was pulling me away, we bumped into Sophia.
She was still holding a glass of wine, which glinted ominously in the light. Although she wore a seemingly friendly smile, she looked quite menacing.
"Amber, let's have a drink together. Let's call it my apology to you." Her voice was relatively gentle, but there was a mocking undertone to it.
I instinctively backed away, shaking my head in refusal.
She advanced towards me step by step, coming close and suddenly throwing the wine at me with a shout.
It all happened so fast. My eyes widened, realizing I couldn't escape. But James quickly moved to shield me, and almost all of the wine spilled on him instead.
"Sophia, you'd better watch yourself," he warned, furrowing his brows and lowering his voice.
Sophia's hand
