Drinks splashed like a multicolored waterfall, pouring over her head and shoulders.
Juice, wine, punch, everything, drenched her gown, turning it into a dripping, sticky mess. Her makeup smeared instantly, streaking down her face.
A complete breakdown of elegance.
Obinna jumped back just in time, avoiding the splash, but the shock on his face was unmistakable. He opened his mouth, closed it again, completely at a loss.
Ndidi, who moments ago stood tall and composed… now sat crumpled on the floor, soaked and humiliated in front of everyone.
For one long second, the hall froze.
Silence held the room hostage.
Then
Laughter broke out.
Quiet at first, then louder, spreading like wildfire.
People whispered behind their hands.
Some didn't bother to hide their smirks.
Others murmured darkly "karma," "retribution," "she deserved it."
The humiliation was total. And it was only the beginning.
"She could have done it," someone whispered sharply. "Maybe this is karma?"
