Chapter 12: Public humiliation
The cold liquid hit Sarah’s face and dress, dripping down her cheeks and soaking into the expensive fabric. The sweet smell of the cocktail mixed with her shock as she stood there, stunned. Around them, the party’s noise seemed to fade as several people turned to look at the commotion.
Hannah smirked, clearly satisfied with her action. "That’s what you deserve for talking to me like that."
"Hannah!" A familiar voice called out, and Sarah’s heart sank as Daniel appeared beside her sister. He wrapped his arm around Hannah’s waist possessively, pulling her close to his side. His eyes were cold as they fixed on Sarah.
"What’s going on here?" Daniel asked, though his tone suggested he already knew whose side he was taking.
"She started it," Hannah said quickly, leaning into Daniel’s embrace. "Sarah was being rude and saying awful things about me."
Daniel’s jaw tightened as he looked at Sarah, who was still dripping with the drink. Instead of showing any concern or asking if she was alright, his expression hardened with disgust.
"Sarah, what are you even doing here?" Daniel’s voice was sharp and condemning. "After everything that’s happened, you should be keeping a low profile. This is exactly the kind of behavior that got you into trouble in the first place."
Sarah wiped the sticky liquid from her face with the back of her hand, her anger building. "Excuse me? She threw a drink at me and you’re blaming me?"
"You probably deserved it," Daniel said coldly. "Look, Sarah, you need to face reality. Your father is right. The best thing you can do now is make a public statement. Admit what you did, apologize to everyone, and maybe people will eventually forgive you."
Hannah nodded enthusiastically, her arm tightening around Daniel’s waist. "Exactly. Just confess that you slept your way to the top and say you’re sorry. It’s the only way to save what’s left of your reputation."
More people were starting to notice the scene. Sarah could hear whispers and see phones being raised discretely to record what was happening. Her heart was pounding with humiliation and rage. How did paparazzis get in here?