"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to."
Rebecca let out a cold laugh, raking her gaze over me like I was something scraped off the bottom of her shoe.
"I'm a celebrity, you know. My waist is insured. Could a broke nobody like you even afford to pay for the damage? Get on your knees and check it. Now."
The manager rushed over at the commotion, bowing and scraping with apologies.
"Miss Henson, please, calm down. Elaine Cox, do as she says!"
I bit down on my lip and slowly crouched, pressing my hands to the floor. My eyes landed on her back.
Smooth. Unmarked. Not a scratch on it.
Not a single trace of recognition.
Then a sharp, searing pain shot through the back of my hand. Rebecca's stiletto came down right on top of it.
The thin heel ground into my knuckles, crushing bone against the floor.
I cried out before I could stop myself and tried to pull my hand back, but she only pressed down harder.
"Oh, I'm so sorry, Miss Cox." Rebecca glanced at Sean's face. When his expression didn't change, she made no move to lift her foot. "Clumsy me. You don't mind, do you?"
The pain was blinding.
I was terrified of being recognized. I clenched my jaw and swallowed the scream building in my throat.