~María José's Point Of View~
Even I wasn't sure where the confidence came from when I pushed Camilla. I just did. It was something about that dream I had.
It felt like it had left an impact on me. I almost felt… different. Stronger.
The sharp crack of my palm against Camilla's cheek echoed louder than I expected. For a moment, everything stopped.
Camilla's head snapped to the side, and her breath ceased. She stood there, completely still, as if her mind hadn't caught up with what had just happened.
Then, the silence broke like it was never there.
"¡¿ME PEGASTE?!" she screeched, clutching her cheek. Her voice was so shrill it made my own ears ring.
The maids gasped. Someone choked on their own spit. Rosa, who had just entered the room, her eyes darting between us.
I felt my heart slam against my ribs. The rush of adrenaline that had fueled me only seconds ago fizzled out as reality set in.
Oh.
Oh, no.
I had actually hit Camilla.
