Kiss My Revenge The Heiress Strikes Back novel Chapter 250

Celeste's smug face was suddenly marred by a bright red handprint. She glared daggers, her makeup slightly smeared into a twisted scowl. "You dare slap me?"

Hannah felt a rush of satisfaction as the tension she'd been holding in her chest finally released. For some reason, with her sister by her side, she felt more spirited, more daring in her words. "Why wouldn't I slap you? You started this whole mess! You hit me first, and now you're surprised I hit back?"

Miranda allowed herself a small, approving smile. This was the Hannah she knew - no pushover.

Celeste clutched her cheek, her gaze darting between Hannah and Miranda, fury evident in her eyes.

"Miranda, do you have any idea what happens when I got hit?" she sneered, her tone laced with threats.

The surrounding staff members wisely kept silent, not daring to make a move.

Miranda walked over slowly. "Ms. Sterling, you're something else. Snatching leftovers and then hitting people over it. Even stray dogs have better manners. Maybe tomorrow, we should make headlines and show everyone the real Ms. Sterling. Let's see who ends up embarrassed - the Sterling family or the Lancaster family?"

She positioned herself beside Hannah, offering an unspoken support that made Hannah stand even taller. Miranda's words snapped Hannah out of her initial intimidation from Celeste's bravado.

"Exactly, those were my leftovers before my photoshoot. If you wanted some, you could've just asked them. You ate it and then had the nerve to hit me. Who's the one lacking manners here?"

Celeste's face was a thundercloud of conflicting emotions. "You're spouting nonsense!"

Miranda smirked. "Didn't you notice there were supposed to be eight pastries on that plate? A few are missing now. What made you so sure they were for you? Eating someone else's dessert and then throwing a tantrum - don’t you find that embarrassing, Ms. Sterling?"

Hannah snorted, ready to argue, but Miranda's words made her chime in with sarcastic agreement. "Oh, I'm so scared!"

With their sarcasm cutting through her, Celeste was fuming. She shot them a withering glare. "Just you wait." And with that, she stormed off with her entourage.

Celeste had been there for her solo magazine shoot that day, so she needed to carry on.

"That Celeste - she's supposed to have this cool, untouchable image in the media, right? Mira, do you see anything calm and collected about her?" Hannah quipped.

Celeste, being a third-generation socialite with a prestigious background, was used to getting her way. Everyone in the industry catered to her whims, so she'd never expected to be challenged so openly.