Cassidy's POV
"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry," I apologize and begin to clean his shirt with the sleeve of my dress."
"It's fine. I've got it," Richmond speaks, but I pay no attention to him.
"What have I done? This is hard to remove..." I complain while trying to clean off the wine stain.
Richmond grabs my hands, stopping my movement. "Cassidy!" He calls out to me and I look up at him. "I said it's fine."
I can't agree with him. The stain looks really bad and his shirt is a white one.
"No, I can't let you go about like this among the guests. Let me handle it. Besides this is a white shirt. If we don't clean it off now, it'll be worse later," I insist, and look around for a suitable place to stay and deal with the issue.
"Here," I tell Richmond and direct him into a room. "Just sit he
