I watched as the milk soaked her dress. We both stared at each other in shock.

Catherine let out what could only be described as a battle cry and lunged at me again. She was grinding her teeth in rage, screaming like a banshee. I grabbed whatever I could reach and threw them at her.

We attracted a small crowd, and a couple of people pulled out their phones.

What a mess it was.

Just as she was about to slap me, someone grabbed her waist from ...