Maintaining my composure, I took in the scene.
A diverse crowd of socialites, dignitaries, and nobles had gathered, captivated by the drama.
It wasnât lost on me that Shirley was deliberately trying to provoke a reaction, aiming to humiliate me publicly.
But I wouldnât give her the satisfaction.
Engaging with her would only backfire, reflecting poorly not just on me, but also on Andrew, who always stood by me.
Debraâs POV:
I stared at Shirley, a cold smile curling my Lips.
Mockingly, I said, âLook whoâs here, the fancy daughter of the witch clan leader.
She acts all high and mighty, but now sheâs bothering a âlowly mixed-blood witchâ she looks down upon, right here at the party.
Seems like her nobility isnât that great after all.
â
âHow dare you!â
Shirley heard my mocking tone and lost her cool.
Her chest heaved like a volcano about to erupt.
And erupt she did.
With her spoiled and bossy attitude, and her strong dislike for me, my little jab was all it took for her to lose control.
Shirley yelled angrily, âYou ungrateful wretch! I spared you last time because of Andrew, but you pushed me too far.
Iâm warning you, this time, I wonât let you off.
Youâre finished!â
She focused, gathering energy in her hand.
I felt suffocated.
My knees went weak, and my heart felt like it was being squeezed.
Even before Shirley attacked, I could feel the power she held.
Was this what a witchâs power felt Like?
The crowd watched, excited.
âWow, Miss Harrison means business this time! Sheâs going to use her witch power against this mixed-blood witch!â
It was clear they wouldnât help me.
Even though they didnât join her, they acted like spectators at a circus, entertained but not willing to step in.
Shirley smirked at me, pleased with what was happening.
âDebra, today youâll see the power of a pureblood witch.
Your mixed-blood heritage canât compare.
Consider this payback for your attitude.
â
Her friends Laughed coldly, echoing her words.
âYouâre in trouble now! Shirley is going to show you whoâs the boss.
Letâs see if youâre still so bold after this!â
I squared up to the upcoming showdown, my expression determined.
I kept a close eye on Shirleyâs every move, while Ivyâs panicked voice kept repeating in my head, âWe canât win this.
What should we do?â
What should we do, indeed?
I never thought Shirley would dare to attack someone in public, throwing away her elite status and any hint of dignity without a second thought.
She was playing without any rules.