"Oh my God, Queen… Your dress…" Chasey panicked, eyes wide as she stared at the cream and chocolate smeared across Lethia's gown.
Lethia's blood surged as she caught the smug smile on the woman who'd dropped the cake. It was fucking obvious she did it on purpose, itching to start something.
Her ears burned with the heat of restrained fury, but Lethia kept her composure, snatching the tissue Adam offered and calmly wiping the mess off her dress.
"Thania! You did that on purpose, didn't you?" Chasey yelled, but Lethia grabbed her wrist, stopping her. She didn't want to create more of a scene.
"Oh, I'm sorry. My hand slipped," Thania said, voice soaked in sarcasm, not a hint of actual remorse. "But… the cake tonight tasted awful, and I just wanted to toss it in the bin. What should I do? Maybe it found its kind first, a dirty dust—she paused with a sly smile—on the floor." She threw Lethia a sharp glare, letting the insult land with a vicious little giggle.
