The server accidentally spilled red wine on Rebecca's dress.

Rebecca stood up, trying to fix her clothes, saying softly, "It's okay, it's fine."

As if afraid of drawing attention, she whispered to the server, "Please don't fuss over me, I'm really okay, thank you."

She glanced toward Zachary and caught his gloomy gaze.

Rebecca froze.

There she stood, one hand clutching her dress, the other awkwardly suspended in mid-air.

She'd planned to watch ...