I crouched down. She was only five, after all. The moment she saw me reach for the cake, the mischief on her face became impossible to hide. She even pulled out a spoon, popped open the cake box, and scooped a generous piece from the corner with the most blueberry jam, holding it right up to my lips.
"Mommy, let Carina feed you. Eat up!"
I leaned in close and smiled.
Then I flipped the cake over right in front of her, smashing it onto her favorite white leather shoes.
The girl froze for two seconds before bursting into wails. "You ruined the cake I worked so hard to pick out! You ugly witch! You big fat pig! Carina's mommy definitely won't praise me now..."
Dante rushed to clamp a hand over her mouth. His guilt lasted barely a second before he whipped around to berate me. "Have you lost your mind, Valentina? Your daughter picked out this cake especially for you. If you're angry, take it out on me. Why are you bullying a child?"
I stared at the dead fly stuck in the blueberry jam and let out a cold, mocking laugh. "A cake with a dead fly hidden inside. 'Especially for me' is right."