The guards caught the signal and moved in at once.
Bianca screamed and curled herself into a ball, but hands were already on her, ripping the haute couture skirt from her body.
Her jewelry snapped and scattered, diamonds bouncing across the floor and rolling into the corners. The same way she had once ordered Adrian to strip away my clothes, she was now being peeled bare herself.
She looked like a lamb waiting for the s*******r, put on display for everyone to mock and jeer at.
A low ripple of laughter spread through the crowd, and several people raised their phones.
She lifted her head. Her bloodshot eyes swept across every face in the room before they finally settled on me. I arched an eyebrow. She got to her feet, barefoot, stepping over the scattered jewels, and rushed toward the w
