But Vivienne stood up in one sharp, predatory movement. She stepped closer until her shadow swallowed Clara whole.

“Do you know how much this outfit costs?” Vivienne hissed.

“N-No, ma’am,” Clara stuttered.

“More than your monthly salary, that’s for sure.”

Her friends burst out laughing again. The humiliation felt like knives. Clara tightened her grip on the tray, trying not to shake.

“Please, I didn’t mean—”

But Vivienne had already decided she wanted a show.

With a sudden, violent shove, she grabbed Clara’s wrist — and pushed her backward.

Clara screamed as she toppled into the pool. The splash echoed, silencing the music for a second. The tray flew from her hand, drinks scattering like glittering shards before they sank.