Tessy noticed slight cracks forming on the surface of the glass bowl the moment she picked it up. Her brows furrowed deeply, a cold frown pulling at her features as she angled the bowl under the light, trying to be sure her eyes weren't deceiving her.
A prickle ran down her spine, and for a second, she thought to drop it immediately back onto the tray, but before her fingers could even loosen, the cracks widened dramatically, spiderwebbing across the glass in a blink.
In the next fraction of a second, the bowl shattered right in her hands, the pieces raining down with a soft, horrifying tinkle as the contents spilled messily across the silver tray, some of it splattering onto her clothes in sticky smears of cream and fruit.
A sharp gasp tore through the room. Shock rippled like a tangible wave across every face present. Freya sat bolt upright, her lips parted in stunned silence. Ruby froze where she stood, her hands clenching the edges of her shirt.
