Novel & Cerita Mrs Thornhill Wednesday

Just as I reached the private room, I barely crossed the threshold when I heard. CRACK. Pain detonated across my cheek, sharp and unforgiving. The force knocked my head sideways, my heel sliding back against the marble floor. My ears rang as heat flooded my face. Mrs. Thorne stood before me, her expression eerily composed, as though she had merely corrected a minor error. “That,” she said coldly, “is for coming late. I have been here for more than 30 minutes.” I stared at her, stunned, my hand slowly rising to my stinging cheek.