"Venice, this tastes like dishwater. No wonder your café failed—you can't even make a decent cup of coffee!"
Venice turned to leave, expression taut, but the girl in the yellow dress grabbed her arm. Before she could react, Stefanie took the steaming cup and flung its contents straight at her.
Hot coffee splashed across Venice's face and neck, burning her skin. The pain and humiliation ignited something deep inside her.
Venice finally lost control—she lunged forward and yanked the hair of the girl in the yellow dress. In an instant, chaos erupted. Screams, curses, and the sound of chairs scraping filled the air as several people joined the fray.
"Venice!"
Stefanie's sudden shriek cut through the commotion. Everyone froze.
She was standing at the edge of the pool, clutching the pendant necklace in her hand.
"Can we stop now, Venice?" she asked sweetly.
Venice's expression changed instantly.
[Give me that necklace back!]
Stefanie tilted her head, her smile sharp. "You want it? Then come get it."
Venice didn't think twice—she lunged forward, reaching for it.