The moment Maya Renee leaned against the car and fell, she saw Amelia Cobb stand up from her seat in the cafe and clap her hands.
Her demeanor seemed to cheer for everything that had happened.
Maya's head hit the side-view mirror, blood streaming across her face, the red liquid following her eyes to paint her cheeks.
Struggling, she saw a pair of red high heels appear in her line of sight.
She knew those were Amelia's shoes; she had just noticed them at the cafe earlier.
"Excuse me, I know her," Amelia's words successfully dispersed the crowd.
The onlookers saw Amelia squat down, disregarding whether her limited edition bag, which she casually tossed aside, would land in the blood. She pulled up her suit pants and squatted gracefully.
