Amber.
“What was that for!? You’re so clumsy.”
Zeden’s mother’s voice cut through the sudden hush like a blade as she stepped forward and grabbed my shoulder, twisting me around to face her. Her fingers dug in hard enough to bruise.
“I’m so sorry,” I said quickly, voice shaking. “It won’t happen again. I’ll get this cleaned up right away.”
I reached into my pocket for the small napkin, already moving to dab at the stain on the girl’s dress.
“Don’t you dare touch me with that,” the girl sneered, recoiling in disgust.
“Oh my God,” Julie—Zeden’s mother—said, twisting me fully toward her now. “Just when I thought you’d stop, you go ahead and escalate even more.”
She studied me like I was dirt on the bottom of her shoe.
“What’s your name again?” she asked, tone dripping with mockery. Sh
