"Ah! Sorry. Eliza, let me take you to change your clothes!"
Before I could even finish speaking, Jesse's wine glass slipped from her hand, shattering and spilling its contents all over my gown.
Jesse's gentle apology and the spilled wine extinguished my anger, allowing me to regain my composure.
"No! It's fine. I'll just go clean up myself."
*****
Leon's Perspective:
I watched Eliza leave, looking desolate, and immediately felt the urge to follow her.
But as I took a step, Jesse grabbed my arm.
"Jesse, let go. I need to explain everything to her. I can't let her misunderstand our relationship any further."
I was anxious. Eliza was heading towards the restroom, not leaving the party entirely, which meant I still had a chance to clear things up.
But Jesse didn't let go. Instead, sh
