"Chelsea," Tyler stood beside her now. "What happened? Please, let the poor girl go. You're causing a scene," Tyler pleaded gently.
"Nope," she retorted, glaring at him. "She spilled freaking juice on me." She pointed to her white lace dress, which had a small stain in the middle.
"I'm so sorry, miss," the lady bowed slightly before raising her head. Her lips tightened a little as she continued, "but you were the one who bumped into me."
A resounding slap landed on the girl's cheek, propelling her to fall into the pool.
My hand flew to my mouth in shock, and everyone gasped in reaction.
That was terrible! I turned towards Dennis, and his face had hardened, but he made no move to intervene.
Chelsea was smirking, gazing down at the pool where the poor girl was already swimming her way
