"Ah!"
Mallory Monroe let out a sharp cry, drawing attention from all across the room.
"Mallory, are you alright?"
A woman who looked like an agent rushed over, her face tight with concern. But the moment she saw the white dress splattered with wine stains, her expression turned ice-cold.
"What is wrong with you? You can't even hold a glass steady?"
The agent whipped around and lashed out at the culprit, Wendy Sutton.
"Do you have any idea what my client is wearing? That dress is Haute Couture. You could sell everything you own and still not cover it!"
"No, she deliberately..." Wendy tried to explain, but Mallory Monroe cut her off before she could get a word in.
"Wendy, I know we've had our differences, but I already apologized to you for all of that. How could you do this?" Mallor
