Chiara
The look on their faces was priceless.
Amelia’s mouth hung open, water dripping from her hair and chin, while Gwendolyn looked like someone had slapped the soul out of her body.
I simply stood there, a satisfied smile on my face.
For once… the roles were reversed. Usually, it was me, the one humiliated, the one insulted, the one shrinking into herself while they watched with satisfaction.
But today? It wasn’t me.
My eyes flickered around, and every single table in the restaurant was staring. They had all witnessed it. Whispers and murmurs started rising.
Perfect.
I grabbed my bag and straightened my shoulders. “Stay the hell away from me,” I warned coldly, then turned and walked out.
My heart was pounding, anger still burning through my veins.
What a waste of time. I had a
