Jennifer’s loud shout of pain pierced through the now quiet air.

Cameras flickered endlessly, trying to capture this beautiful moment of the young madam of the Blackwood brought down and disgraced at the event of the century.

Blood dripped from the small cut littered on Jennifer’s face from the glasses as her make up was washed down by the numerous drinks that once laid in the glasses.

She looked no less than a clown to the entire world.

My first taste of revenge, just as beautiful as ever.

I watched as she finally managed to stand up on her two feet.

The waitress had disappeared, running away for her life...