The woman’s face turned a deep crimson as the wine dripped from her hair and soaked her clothes. With a sharp gasp, she lunged for the bottle, her fingers clawing at the glass. She swung it toward Anna, but Anthony intercepted her mid-air. He wrenched the bottle from her grip and shoved her back, sending her stumbling onto the hard floor.
“Are you okay?” Anthony’s voice was low, his eyes scanning Anna for any sign of a scratch. Around them, the restaurant fell into a suffocating silence as every customer turned to stare.
“I’m fine. We need to get you cleaned up,” Anna whispered, her hands trembling slightly as she reached for his wine-stained shirt.
The woman hauled herself up, a bitter scoff escaping her lips. She shoved her damp hair back from her face with a jagged movement.
“Are yo
