Lola's POV

I couldn't stay in that bathroom. Not with Morgan standing so close. Not with the way he had looked at Garrett. Not with the words still ringing in my ears.

Don't you dare touch my person!.

My person!.

Like I belonged to him and wasn't wearing another man's ring.

I cleaned the wine stain as well as I could. The dress was ruined, but good enough. I excused myself from Morgan and Cara and walked quickly down the hall.

But I didn't go back to the gathering.

I couldn't face the crowd. ...