everywhere. Big ones. Like she'd raided her grandma's jewellery box. As soon as they saw me, they shut up. Blinked. Smiled like they weren't just slandering me. I smiled too and held out the glass to Miss Lavender. 'I would've offered you soap, but since I don't carry that in my clutch, you'll have to make do with cranberry juice.' She didn't take it. Just stared at the glass like it was about to bite her. I didn't move. Just stood there, hand extended. Waiting. Silence stretched. A few people turned to watch. I didn't move a muscle. Whatever was on my face must've told her that this wasn't a bluff. If she didn't take the juice, I'd pour it over her blowout without blinking.