Chloe's heart pounded in her chest as she swallowed hard, feeling a sense of panic rising within her. Where were her shoes? The realization hit her like a wave crashing against the shore... She had kicked them off in the snow while rushing to help Freya. Nausea swirled in her stomach as the gravity of the situation sank in. It was only a matter of time before they found her shoes and would put two and two together! And then… she would be screwed.
"The wine..." she breathed, desperately searching for a lifeline. She turned her gaze up at Iron, her eyes widening innocently as he dragged her along. "There was wine everywhere. Not just on my dress, my shoes got drenched in it too!" Her words spilled out, and she held her breath, hoping he would buy her excuse.
Iron cast a curious glance her
