My heart raced with anticipation as I desperately sought a way to prevent Beatrice from drinking the spiked latte. All sorts of horrifying scenarios played out in my mind, including one where Beatrice even died and reincarnated as a person with a loose motion problem.
Then, a sudden idea sprang into my head, suggested by my inner voice. "Why don't you bump into Labrina and make the glass fall from her hand?"
"Nice one," I muttered to myself and sprinted toward Labrina, fully prepared to carry out the collision. But, as fate would have it, my timing was off by a mere fraction of a second. I bumped into Labrina just after Jennifer had taken the glass of latte from her hand.
My mission to prevent Beatrice from drinking the spiked latte had failed, and in addition, I had to endure Labrina'
