I’m frozen to the spot, a cold trickle of icy dread moving down my spine as I wait for Cynthia to announce Kim as the winner - meaning that I am this round’s de facto loser.
Meaning… that I’m finished.
Cynthia opens her mouth to speak, but before she can, Andrea suddenly pipes up, stepping forward with her fists balled up at her sides.
“Excuse me?!” She sneers as she blinks her eyes blearily at Cynthia, her words slightly slurred - no doubt thanks to the numerous cocktails she downed earlier. “Did you just call me tasteless and tacky, Cynthia? Or is it… hic… Cindy?”
“You’ll address me as Mrs. Winsworth,” Cynthia says coldly.
Andrea just laughs at this, swaying slightly on her feet.
“Andrea, are you inebriated?” Cynthia asks, her eyes growing wide with horror. “Oh my god! You are! Ho
