#Chapter 193: The Final Question

At once, the producer and his cameraman come closer. Out of nowhere, two other reporters join them, all with their own microphones, which they jam under my face. “Ms. Owens! What did you say to Mrs. Zimmer to start this fight?” “I… uh…” I don’t know how to respond. It’s still sinking in that this is what happened. I feel like I’m in some kind of nightmare. As if realizing they aren’t going to get any information from me, the reporters shift their microphones under Daphne’s nose instead. “Mrs. Zimmer! What did Ms. Owens say that upset you?” Daphne is more composed than me. She’s so put together in fact, that she immediately widens her eyes in faux-sympathy. “Oh, I didn’t mean to do that… It was an accident…” One of the reporters frowned. The producer was wide-eyed again. As the cameraman continued recording, the third reporter asked, “You slapped her… on accident…?” “There was a bee,” Daphne says, the lie spilling out so smoothly, for a moment, I think maybe I’m the one mi