Scarlett Hayes POV
I felt drenched to the bone, my carefully applied makeup washed away, and my white dress stained with wine. Under the harsh lights, I looked like a ghost, utterly disheveled. What made me even more embarrassed was that no one at the table was willing to help me.
Vivian Carter coldly warned, "Scarlett, this time it was red wine. Next time, it might be a cold knife. You better watch yourself!"
I trembled with anger, but with Dominic Blackwood present, I couldn't lash out. Instead, I put on a pitiful act and whimpered, "I don't even know what I did to upset you, Vivian, to make you so furious."
Vivian smirked inwardly. Over the years, I had played the role of the innocent flower so well that it was exhausting to watch. Suddenly, she pinched her nose and said to everyon
