Lilly's POV
"Oh, sh*t!" James cried out, horrified, as he stood with the pitcher handle in his hand. It crashed onto the table, spilling its contents all over me and my dress.
I gasped in shock, feeling the cold liquid seep through the fabric and cling to my skin. James's face turned a deep shade of red as he stammered an apology, but all I could think about was how I would never be able to wear this dress again.
The ballroom fell silent, as if everyone had been commanded to stop. All eyes were on our table.
How embarrassing!
"Are you okay?" he asked. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to. It broke when I lifted it. I... I..."
I didn't respond. I just sat there, my mind racing as I tried to process the humiliation. The laughter and whispers around us felt like daggers, and all I wanted was to
