(Lucy’s POV)
Samantha's scream pierced the air like broken pieces of glass.
She stumbled back, staring at her dress in horror where my vomit had splashed, her face twisting from shock to disgust.
“What the hell, Lucy?!” She shrieked.
Liam’s face darkened. He stepped forward, grabbed the collar of my orange jacket, and yanked me up so hard my feet nearly left the ground.
“What is the meaning of this nonsense?!” he barked, his voice echoing.
I tried to speak, but my throat was heavy. “Liam… I don’t… I don’t feel so well.”
Before I could steady myself, Samantha grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head back. Pain shot down my neck.
“Do you have any idea how much this dress costs?” she hissed. “It’s a designer dress! You’ll pay for this, you filthy thing!”
My stomach twisted aga
