The dress sparkled under the light, glamorous and perfect. But I already knew it wasn't going to stay that way for long. I picked up the first custard pie, cool and heavy in my hands, and without hesitation--splat!--I smashed it straight into my face. Cream exploded everywhere, dripping down my chin in thick, gooey streams.

Laughing, I grabbed another and slammed it right onto the top of my head. Custard oozed through my hair, sliding down over my cheeks. I smashed another into my face again, smearing it until I was completely coated.

By the end, my glam dress was splattered, my face and hair dripping with custard, and I was grinning through the mess, loving every second of the gooey chaos.