SOPHIA’S POV
My hair was sticky, my dress ruined, and I could feel the pudding dripping down my back.
I wiped the banana pudding off my hair as best as I could, glaring at Anita.
“You’re insane,” I said. My voice was steady even though my stomach twisted.
Anita’s smile was twisted and triumphant. “I just wanted to see if you could handle a little mess. Clearly, you can’t.”
I stepped closer, ignoring the stickiness on my clothes. “Handle a little mess? That was my dessert. On my head. And my dress. You think this is a joke?”
“It’s called testing boundaries,” she said lightly, like throwing a plate at someone’s head was normal.
I narrowed my eyes. “You have no idea what you’re doing. You’re not intimidating anyone. You’re pathetic.”
Her smile faltered for a second, just enough for me
