54: Angela’s Plight

**Angela's POV**

The clatter of the metal tray hitting the floor echoed through the room, the meager portion of food spilling out like it had been waiting to escape its fate. My stomach growled, but I ignored it, my focus on the sneering faces of the women surrounding me.

“Oops,” one of them mocked, her voice dripping with fake concern. “Looks like you dropped your food, princess.”

I clenched my fists, fighting the urge to lash out. It wasn’t the first time they had done this, and I knew it wouldn’t be the last. The group of them circled me like vultures, their eyes gleaming with cruel delight.

“Don’t just stand there, clean it up,” another one said, shoving me toward the mess on the ground.

I bent down, my hands trembling as I scooped the cold food back onto the tray. My mind raced, calculating my next move. I could let this slide again, but something inside me rebelled at the thought.

“You’ve had your fun,” I said, my voice low and steady. “Now back off.”

The laughter s