“You b***h!” Wilma shrieked as she pulled her head out of the bowl with globs of meringue dripping from her face and hurled herself at me. But I was ready for her. No sooner did she grab my arm, I twisted her arm behind her back and gave her the strongest push I could, which sent her sprawling halfway across the kitchen.
But that didn’t stop her. She got up and charged at me. I barely managed to sidestep her but her nails scraped my upper arm, leaving a burning hiss in their wake.
Wilma didn’t stop there. She shot me a withering glare before launching herself at me once again and this time I didn’t have anywhere to go thanks to the people surrounding us. Her hands made contact with my hair, but I wasn’t one to back down. Not today.
As soon as she was within reach, I tackled her to th
