“What's going on here?” Miller demanded, his voice gentle but firm.
My mind was so occupied with Lisa that I didn't notice when Miller got closer to us. His burning eyes scanned my body, examining the wet stain on the upper part of my dress.
“What happened to you, Amelia?” His deep voice rumbled as he asked.
Without warning, something sparked within me. Something akin to anger surged through my body. Was he really asking when he was the one who left me with a predator? I wanted to talk, to pour out my mind, but Lisa beat me to it.
Lisa, her eyes sparkling with excitement, the contrast of her own feelings, moved to Miller's side. “Nothing serious happened to Amy. She just spilled a drink on her dress by accident,” Lisa lied, eyeing me. “She must be clumsy, isn't she?” She giggled as
