One of the soaked designers finally found her voice. "What's wrong with you!" she shrieked.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Caroline mimicked her fake tone. "Yeah, I did that on purpose. What are you gonna do about it? Report me?"

"You—" The woman tried to lunge forward but was held back by others.

"Let it go... Andrew's here..." someone whispered.

Caroline crumpled the paper cups and tossed them in the trash.

"That's right, Andrew is my husband—someone you couldn't get ...