As the words fell, Clara held her skirt and stepped quickly to Serena's face, slapping her with lightning speed.
The crisp and sharp sound of the slap echoed in the empty hallway, carrying a hint of reverberation.
Serena trembled in shock, her pupils shaking with incredulity, she slowly raised a hand to the numb and burning cheek, finding her voice: "You lunatic, how dare you hit me."
She has been pampered since childhood, the apple of her parents' eye, never having suffered a single disciplinary act, yet today, she was struck by this homewrecker.
"This slap is on behalf of your parents, as they clearly failed to teach you proper behavior." Clara spoke indifferently, raising her hand to strike Serena's other cheek: "This slap is from me on behalf of Alva, you deliberately tripped her just now."
"You..."
