BERYL
The event is already over and people are leaving at their own pleasure.
“You!” Brenda storms over towards me. Her hair is a mess and mascara is running down her face.
The crowd pave way for her as she continues towards me.
“You're a f*****g b***h. I thought by scaring you, you'll run far away from him!”
She growls.
“Brenda!” mother exclaims. “Stop!”
Brenda's eyes holds a murderous glare and she raises up her hand, smacking me across the face. My head snaps to the right and I stumble back slightly holding my cheek.
Gasps echo from the crowd and I am pulled back just before she reaches my hair.
“Enough Brenda!” Henry warns calmly. “Blake escort her out before I get the security to do that!”
Blake steps forward and tries to calm Brenda who's wailing down.
My hand is still on
