Down in the kitchen, Clara was losing it. She had stormed straight to the counter, grabbed the first plate she saw, and thrown it at the wall. It shattered into a hundred pieces.
Then another.
And another.
"How could he?!" she screamed. "In front of me! With that... that nobody! HOW COULD HE?!"
She grabbed a glass next. Smash.
Viktor walked in just as a fourth plate hit the floor.
"Clara," he said calmly.
She spun around, hair wild, mascara already running.
She screamed. "Clara? Did... did you just call me? Don't you dare say my name like nothing happened!"
She reached for her phone on the counter as she placed the plate she was about to break on the counter near her purse.
"I'm calling my father right now. This engagement is over!"
Viktor stepped forward and gently took the phone from her hand before she could unlock it.
She stared at him, breathing hard.
"Let me go!" she yelled, trying to grab it back.
