Eveline continued walking as if she hadn't heard a word. Years ago, comments like those would have shattered her. Now, they only left invisible bruises. She reached the bar and ordered a glass of wine, which the bartender handed over with a sympathetic smile. The simple gesture caught her off guard, and she appreciated it more than he could possibly know. At least someone in the room looked at her like she was a person, instead of just an accessory attached to Julian Vale.She lifted the glass toward her lips, but suddenly, someone slammed into her from behind.Wine splashed across the front of her white dress. Eveline froze as a dark red stain spread rapidly across the expensive fabric. A young couple staggered past her, laughing hysterically; the woman clung to the man's neck while he nearly tripped over his own feet. Neither of them apologized, or even looked back."I'm sorry, miss," the bartender said.Eveline forced a smile. "It's not your fault."The engagement ceremony hadn't even started, and she already looked like a disaster. Perfect."The stain will set if you leave it too long," he warned.She glanced down at the ruined dress and sighed. "I'll take care of it."She had barely taken two steps away when a familiar voice stopped her cold. "What happened to you?"