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Her latest post said “tastes disgusting”, tagged right at the location of Yvaine’s shop.
“What the hell?”Yvaine had been pulling fourteen-hour days for weeks just to get Sugar & Whim on the radar.
Business was finally picking up.
Influencers were lining up for those stupid pink carousel cakes.
And now this.
“She’s doing it on purpose,” I muttered.
Prescott leaned towards the window.
“Wait, is that her? Corner table by the window. She hasn’t left yet.”I was already moving.
I shoved open the studio door, crossed the street, and yanked out my phone.
One glance at the screen made my blood pressure spike.
Hundreds of comments had already piled up under Harper’s post.
[I saw this place all over TikTok. Thought it was hyped.]
[Bet they paid for promo.]
[Every cake shop that goes viral turns out trash.]
[Harper must’ve been duped by the algorithm too.]
Then she replied: [Was curious. Came. Regret it. It’s crap. And stupid expensive. Avoid this place.] # Sugar &Whim #OverratedMuch I came too late.
Yvaine and Harper were already full-on going at it.
Yvaine had Harper by the hair.
Harper had both hands in Yvaine’s curls.
They were shouting over each other, wobbling back and forth like two drunk aunties at a wedding.
Yvaine was breathing hard, flushed red down her neck.
I shoved through the gawking crowd and grabbed Harper’s wrist, yanking it down hard enough that she let go of Yvaine’s scalp.
“You tried to screw me over. Now you show up here? Didn’t Cassian tell you to back the hell off?”
She swung her arm at me.
I blocked it and slapped her.
Loud, sharp, full palm across the cheek.
Her head snapped sideways and she stumbled back, but didn’t fall, mostly because Yvaine still had a handful of her stupid expensive blowout.
Harper’s eyes filled fast.
She made this pathetic choking sound, then burst into wet, snotty tears.
“You’re ganging up on me! Both of you!*
“You deserve it!”
She swung blindly.
Her elbow dug into my ribs.
I shoved her off and slapped her shoulder. Harder this time.
She screamed.
“Help! They’re trying to kill me!”
“Sit the fuck down.” I shoved her into a chair.
She landed hard, legs bent awkwardly, hair a mess, eyes swollen.
People were filming Phones everywhere.
Harper Foster was famous enough that this would hit social media in under two minutes.
My heart was still hammering, but the red haze was starting to lift.
I raised my voice.
This woman came here to start trouble. She’s beensmearing the bakery online, targeting the owner deliberately. This was planned. Revenge, not a review. You’re all witnesses.?
I took out my phone and held it up for emphasis.
“Today’s bill is on me. Everyone here eats free. I just ask that none of you pos Then I glanced at the nearest staff member-start clearing the shop.
But they were frozen in place, panic all over their faces.
It took Prescott, thankfully, to finally get them moving.
Once the place cleared out, it was just Harper and us Harper was shaking, her eyes darting around like she was looking for “Wh-what are you going to do?”I leaned in, closing the gap between us.
“You were so brave before, running your mouth. Where’s that confidence gone now?”
“I’ll call the cops!” Harper whimpered.
“Go right ahead. You started this mess, not me. You call the cops, and they’ll take you in. Harassment, provocation of violence, assault.” I sniffed.
“And public intoxication. Jesus, who drinks at ten o’clock in the morning?”Harper was reaching for her phone, but she froze halfway.
I leaned in closer, almost nose-to-nose with her.
“Delete your posts. I*******m, X, everything. Now.”Her fingers twitched, and her lip trembled.
“I… I won’t delete them.”
“You will. Or I’ll be the one calling the cops. You realise you’ve just handed Yvaine enough to sue the shit out of you, right? That stunt you pulled online-clear case of defamation and malicious falsehood.”
“Yeah!” Yvaine backed me up.
“Malicious!”I’d picked up a thing or two from lawyer Hannah and put them to good use now.
“She can file for damages-loss of business, all this smashed-up furniture, reputational harm. And don’t think a judge won’t grant an injunction and force a retraction. You’ll be lucky if you get away with a written apology. Public one, of course. Pinned to all your socials. You want your little fanbase of teenage skincare junkies to see you beg for forgiveness in front of a bakery display case?”Harper squirmed.
“I-“
“Because that’s where this is going if you push it. Civil suit. Discovery. Cross-examination. Then your face goes from influencers” moodboards to cautionary tale on law school blogs. So go ahead. Keep crying. But if you open your mouth again, make sure it’s to say you’re sorry.”Harper bit her lip.
“I’ll call Cassian.”
“Do it. If he’s still taking your side after all this crap you’ve pulled, he’s even dumber than I thought.”The fight drained out of her.
“Fine, I’ll delete them…
Her fingers flew over the screen of her phone, and within seconds, both the I*******m and X posts were gone.
“Can I go now?” she mumbled, staring at the floor.
I glanced at her battered face, then at Yvaine, who looked relatively unscathed.
Yvaine nodded.
I raised my chin towards the door.
“Get out.”Harper scrambled, almost tripping over herself as she rushed out.
The second she disappeared, Prescott’s voice rang through the shop.
“Someone just uploaded the video!”He waved his phone around, showing the rest of us the footage.
It was a clear shot of the mess.
With two of us against one of her, she looked like the victim instead of the instigator.
I sighed, already knowing what was coming.
There was no way someone wasn’t going to share the video.
Harper being beaten was way more interesting than Harper getting rejected for custom jewellery.
The internet loves a good fight.
I looked at Yvaine.
“Well, looks like we’re both getting roasted online.”She gave a shrug.
“Worth it. And she started it.”She tossed her phone onto the counter, then grabbed the attention of the staff.
“Everyone, go home for the day. There are a bunch of fresh cakes left in the back and the display. Help yourselves, then enjoy the rest of the day off.”In a few minutes, the “Closed” sign was up, and the staff scattered, leaving just Yvaine and me in the shop.
Yvaine brought a few leftover cakes out from the kitchen.
She plopped down across from me.
“I’m starving. Beating up someone really takes it out of you.”
“Do you need something for your face?” I asked.
“It looks a bit swollen.”
“I’m fine.”