Chapter 32: Diego Santee, what do you think you're doing!

Smack! The slap landed clean and sharp, echoing through the hall. Caught off guard, Tori Lynch took it full on. "I slapped you. So what?" Edith Lynch's voice was ice-cold, her posture commanding. The banquet hall fell silent; you could hear a pin drop. Diego Santee allowed herself a small, satisfied smile. Taking this stand meant she'd finally moved past three years living under the shadow of her disfigurement. Thump, thump, thump! Bailey Shadboult rapped her cane hard, her face stormy. The...