Mia locked herself in her bathroom, furiously scrubbing at the wine stain on her beautiful silver dress. Her hands trembled as tears streamed down her face. That dress had made her feel beautiful for once, like she belonged in Harry's world. Now it was ruined, just like everything else.

A knock at the bedroom door made her freeze.

"Mia? Are you in there?" It was Harry.

She didn't answer, hoping he'd go away. She couldn't face him right now, not when she felt so humiliated.

"Mia, please. I ...