Layla's POV:
"Oh, s**t!"
I timed my "stumble" perfectly with Leo's startled cry, my glass tilting with practiced clumsiness until the crimson liquid found its mark across his designer shirt.
Wine bloomed across his crimson silk shirt, spreading like a dark stain.
His carefully cultivated charm evaporated with his soaked appearance.
"I'm sorry, sir! I..."
I looked up at his face, feigning sudden shock.
"Leo?"
I gaped, staring straight at him.
I let the crystal slip from my fingers, shattering against the floor.
"Emilia? What are you doing here?"
When Leo saw me, the anger on his face turned to confusion, then to mockery.
"I get it, you did this on purpose, didn't you?"
He walked up to me and grabbed my wrist: "You think hassling me like this will make me fall for you? Keep drea
