For she looked lovely and was the center of attraction. Underneath his apron, he carried a bottle of vitriol. Minutes ago she was laughing at a random joke. Eventually he splashed her face with heat. She shrieked and felt her face dissolve.
Others were shocked and he ran away. Fifteen seconds of fury washed away her life.
Maybe he was insane or even an admirer, A creature of jealousy, lust or rage, Drunk on the wine of entitlement and ego. Nevertheless he could not change her. Even without her looks, she won hearts. Survived the catastrophe and had her way, Shocking the world with the powers she had.