Then, with a quick flick of her wrist, she threw the iced coffee directly across Katherine’s chest.

Cold liquid exploded over the white suit. It soaked through the fabric, ran down Katherine’s waist, and dripped onto the marble floor. Coffee filled the air with its bitter smell.

For one frozen second, Katherine couldn’t breathe.

The suit had been a gift from her father on his final birthday. He buttoned the jacket himself and told her she looked like a woman born to lead.

Now it was ruined.

Tiffany gasped dramatically. “Oh my God! You shoved me! You ruined my dress!”

The crowd murmured softly.

Katherine looked down at the spreading stain before slowly lifting her eyes again.

Tiffany leaned close, lowering her voice into something poisonous.

“You better apologize and pay for this. Do you even know who my husband is?”

Katherine’s pulse went completely quiet.