“She dared hit her?”
“Oh, she's dead!”
The whispers had barely begun before two of Whitmore's guards rushed towards Amanda, seeing the way their mistress held her face in shock.
Amanda's eyes widened as she stumbled back. “Miss Hawthorne, please! I didn't mean to. He…” She jerked her finger frantically at Adrian. “He made me do it. Punish him, please!”
The guards had got to her by now. They forced her to her knees.
Her legs hit the ground with a crunching sound that made the crowd gasp.
Whitmore's shock faded, and she finally removed her hand from her nose.
Nobody dared touch her. Not even her parents.
And this…
Adrian's muffled chuckle caught her attention, and she glared at him. “What is so funny?”
“Like a red tomato.” She caught someone's whisper.
Amanda almost melted in frig
