Before I could move, the wine splashed over me, spreading across the front of my cream dress.
I stood completely still for one second while the liquid dripped from my fabric.
Gasps rippled through the ballroom as every eye turned to me. Then, like a wave breaking, laughter erupted from the crowd.
It was soft at first, then became louder aftermaths, leaving my cheeks flushed red.
The woman who had thrown it
pressed her fingers to her mouth and blurted…
"Oh God." Her voice, perfectly shaped around fake horror. "My hand slipped."
Her friends lost it immediately, laughter uncontrollable.
I looked at them one by one taking in the satisfaction sitting openly on their faces without any attempt to hide it, no performance of guilt like they had wanted this or had been building toward it f
