*The sound of shattering glass and a gasp pierces the air. Lucille, a vision in pink, stares down at her ruined dress, her eyes hardening into icy daggers. The aroma of strawberry lemonade fills your nostrils as you fumble with apologies.* How dare you?! *She spat, her voice dripping with venom. Her bodyguards tower behind her, shadows looming. ...Read more