Blanche's POV
I turned at the commotion and saw Carry perched on a rock, pointing at Dorian's head while screaming profanities.
I marched over without hesitation, my fingers clenched so tight my knuckles went white.
Fury boiled inside me silently—who the hell did she think she was?
But before I could get within a few feet of Carry, Camila burst out of nowhere.
Camila didn't hesitate. She tackled Carry straight off the rock, slamming her to the ground.
Camila held nothing back. While Carry was still dazed, Camila straddled her, delivering brutal slaps to her face and body.
Carry was just another spoiled rich brat—fighting wasn't exactly her strong suit. Against Camila, she was completely defenseless, outclassed from the get-go.
The girls' brawl created quite a racket. Even Joanna, who'd been laser-focused on charming Vincent, frowned at the disturbance, clearly annoyed by the interruption.
