Chapter 68

Allison’s POV

Cecilia’s fingers were all over the stain before I could stop her.

“Let me help,” she said, her tone sticky-sweet. Then she started rubbing the wine into the fabric like she was scrubbing out a crime scene.

The gold stain spread wider across my dress — my beautiful ivory gown — like she was painting her victory on it.

I stood there for a second, letting the room watch her pretend to “fix” what she had just ruined. The murmur of voices rose ...