There’s a satisfying gasp she lets out as the cold liquid hits her scalp and runs down her fake-blonde hair, soaking her dark roots and dripping onto her shoulders.
“Oh—oops,” I say flatly, lowering the empty glass now.
Vanessa shrieks like I’ve just poured acid on her, and that sound alone makes heads turn. But I don’t take my eyes off her. I watch as she rises to her feet, nearly tripping on the train of her gown, hands flying to her head.
“What the actual f**k!”
Her voice slices through the room. And if everyone’s attention wasn’t on us before, it definitely is now.
But I don’t care.
I lean down to talk to Seth. “Are you alright, honey?”
Seth hesitates for a second before he nods, and that one second of hesitation is all the red-hot anger simmering just below the surface of my s
