Wide-eyed, I stared at the mess from where I'd fallen over one of the men, spilling vodka all over him and soiling his clothes. My tray had clattered to the ground loudly, bringing everyone's attention to the scene where I was frozen from pure horror.
"Fucking bitch," the man hissed and shoved me off, causing me to tumble to the ground and land on a shard of glass that embedded deep into my palm. I whimpered from the pain, biting my tongue to keep from crying out and potentially making things worse for myself.
A dead silence had settled in the room as everyone watched us from their places. From across the space, I could faintly see Lia's horrified expression at my current predicament.
"I'm so sorry! I'm so very sorry, monsieur!" Trying to keep any weight off my injured palm, I scrambled to a kneeling position and tried to brush up the broken glass, but the man shoved his foot hard into my ribs, throwing me back to the ground where more glass embedded in my knees.
