The proud Stella, who always paraded her beauty and status with arrogance, had been disfigured in a matter of seconds, her dignity ripped apart by a single slap.
As she brought her trembling hand to her face, she smeared her fingers in warm blood. Her eyes widened at the sight, horror flashing through them. For the first time, Stella didn't know if she should cry, scream.
Her pride couldn't process the humiliation, and her mind could no longer withstand the pressure. With a soft gasp, her body went limp, and she collapsed completely fainting on the spot.
The silence that followed was unbearable, thick enough to choke the air. The crowd stepped back, unable to process what they had just witnessed.
Immediately Lady Willow and Grace exchanged horrified glances, their faces pale, their bodies frozen in fear. But beneath their fear, another emotion festered rage. Rage at Cecilia for humiliating them, for turning their plan into a disaster in front of everyone.
