The frosting smeared across my mouth and nose, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. My stomach twisted violently, and I vomited onto the floor, coughing so hard that tears streamed down my face.
The crowd erupted into laughter, their voices merging into a cruel cacophony.
“How pathetic!” someone jeered.
“Carmichael, you’re such a joke!” another added.
The bodyguard grabbed another piece of cake, but before he could shove it into my mouth, Margot slapped him across the face.
“Do you want to kill him?” she snapped.
She took a step forward as if to help me, but Steven was quicker.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, he pulled her back with a sly grin.
“Steven, don’t get your hands dirty. Let me help him instead.” Margot cunningly smiled.
Right then, Steven crouched down beside me, grabbing my arm and yanking me to my feet. His fingers dug into my injured left hand, and I couldn’t suppress a cry of pain. He smiled at my reaction, his eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure.
“There’s only one piano here tonight,” he said, his voice dripping with mock sincerity. “Carmichael, you don’t mind waiting your turn, right?”