Henry was soaked from top to bottom. The misty water clouded his vision, causing a sharp, annoying sting. It was too much. He couldn't open his eyes. Trying to rub them with his hand only made the pain worse and brought tears streaming down his face. He was so shocked that he didn't even have the energy to get mad.
Seeing him in such a state, his bodyguard quickly pulled a tissue from his pocket. He dashed over, helping Henry clean his eyes, face, hair, and the mess on his shirt.
Thankfully, they were in the VIP area where hardly anyone walked by. If it had been busier, Henry surely would have been the talk of the town in tomorrow's news.
After getting cleaned up, Henry lifted his hand, ready to slap Paige. But Paige, standing tall with fiery eyes, dared him, "Go on, hit me."
She pointed at her own face, "Strike me here. If I don't keel over, you're not going anywhere."