Ava Wright seized the chaos and squeezed into the crowd.
She wasn't a reporter, so no one noticed her as she moved toward Amelia Wright behind Edward Allen.
In the jostling crowd, Ava tossed a vase towards Amelia, then lunged at her, the sharp ceramic shard she'd prepared in her hand aiming for Amelia's face.
Amelia sensed a shadow rushing at her. She looked up, and her eyes, still simmering with anger from the earlier conflict, were ablaze.
She saw the malice in Ava's eyes and the sharp ceramic shard in her hand coming for her face.
Amelia slightly curled her lips; Ava, just like in their past life, was eager to ruin her face.
Disfigurement was an interesting thing, and since Ava liked it so much, they might as well both experience it!
Amelia could have dodged but didn't.
The sharp shard cut across Amelia's face, and blood flowed down her smooth, jade-like complexion, with an indescribable, shattered beauty.
Ava couldn't control her smile; she had succeeded.
