She sensed something was wrong.
Quickly dodging, but since it happened so suddenly, a bit of tea still splashed onto Thea Shaw's pant leg.
Luckily, she was wearing pants today, not a skirt.
A pure white T-shirt and beige casual shorts, a very youthful outfit.
But after getting wet, the stain was obvious. If it weren't just on her pant leg, people might suspect Thea was up to something.
Rowan Donovan gasped, incredulously covering her mouth and looking at June Sherman.
Thea lowered her head, looked at the stain on her pant leg, then raised her head to look at June, her face devoid of any trace of a smile: "What do you mean by this?"
June held up the cup, raising an eyebrow as if surprised: "Oh dear, my hand slipped, sorry about that."
Rowan exclaimed indignantly, "Miss Sherman, you did that on purpose!"
"What are you saying?" June smiled at Rowan, "My hand just slipped, do you have any evidence?"
Rowan's face turned a mix of purple and green.
