Lina could have disabled the girls in one move, but just as she was about to restrain them, she decided against it.
Not only did she want to hide her abilities from the public right now, she also wanted to teach these girls a lesson.
They deserved to be served humble pie.
Sara and her friends pushed Lina to the ground as she pretended to helplessly defend herself.
Then they started slapping her face where it wasn't covered by the mask, making her porcelain, delicate skin red and bruised.
"Take that, you dirty bitch!"
"This is what you deserve and this is where you belong!"
Sara laughed scornfully at Lina, huddled up in a corner, looking pitiful. Her beautiful dress had been ripped in places, her hair was a mess and she looked like a wounded kitten.
"You can't go back to the ballroom looking like this!"
In saying this, Sara opened her purse and threw a thick wad of cash at Lina's face.
