Chapter 60:
Makenna’s POV:
When I strolled to the entrance of the training room with Alice, we stumbled upon a throng of people huddled outside the bathroom, buzzing with whispers. I halted, my gaze fixed on Kristina as she smugly swung the door open. In the blink of an eye, the large basin I had stealthily perched above the door last night came crashing down on her, unleashing its foul contents.
The noxious stench instantly permeated the air, causing the onlookers to recoil in disgust. Kristina stood there, utterly dumbfounded, as if her mind had momentarily gone blank from the shock of the impact. After a few heartbeats, her composure shattered like glass, and she erupted into a shriek that echoed down the hallway.
All semblance of her refined image evaporated as she stomped her feet, her voice raw with fury. She no longer resembled a noblewoman but rather a tempest in human form, wild and uncontrolled.
I couldn’t suppress the smirk tugging at the corners of my lips. It was a fitting consequence, a taste of her own poison.
Alice, meanwhile, was rooted to the spot, her mouth agape in shock as she glanced at me. Her voice was a mere whisper. “Did… did you do that?”
I quirked an eyebrow, a playful glint in my eyes. “What do you think?”
With a purposeful stride, I moved toward Kristina, who was still lost in her hysterics. “Miss Harrison, did you call for me? What seems to be the problem?”
As soon as Kristina caught sight of me, her face twisted with rage. “Makenna Dunn! What are you doing here? Why aren’t you in the bathroom?”
Feigning innocence, I tilted my head in confusion. “Why would I be in the bathroom? My training session is about to begin. It’s hardly the time for a shower, don’t you think?”
“You… witch!” Kristina’s eyes flared with anger as she demanded, “Was this your doing?”
I raised my hands in mock bewilderment. “Miss Harrison, are you feeling all right? Did that basin knock something loose in your head? I’ve only just arrived. I’m as clueless as anyone else about what just happened.”
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“Don’t play dumb with me! I know it was you!” Kristina was beside herself with rage, her face contorting with the intensity of her emotions. She looked as if she might explode at any moment.
In her fury, she lunged at me, clearly intent on causing harm. But I had anticipated this. With ease, I sidestepped her clumsy attack. Kristina, caught off guard by her own momentum and hindered by her high heels, lost her balance. She slipped and tumbled to the floor, landing at my feet—her hair disheveled, her dress a mess of stains. The sight of her sprawled on the floor was nothing short of pitiful.
I couldn’t help but let out a quiet, satisfied laugh as I watched her struggle. She had sown the wind and now reaped the whirlwind. I looked down at her, my expression a mask of faux concern. “Miss Harrison, why on earth would you think I belong in the bathroom?”
She opened her mouth to respond, but I cut her off before she could continue. “And why would you assume that I went to the trouble of rigging a basin of dirty water for you? Do you honestly believe I possess some magical ability to predict the future and knew you’d be here this morning?”
My words, laced with icy disdain, left Kristina speechless. She slumped on the floor, unable to form a coherent response, her earlier bravado extinguished. I chuckled softly, turned on my heel, and walked away, leaving her to stew in her humiliation.
As I departed, I heard her voice low and venomous. “Makenna Dunn, you won’t get away with this.”
