ASHLEY’S POV
The moment the cold wine splashed across my dress, my breath caught in my throat. It was shocking, sharp, almost icy at first then the smell hit me. It wasn’t just wine. It seemed like something off. It felt bitter and slightly chemical. My stomach twisted. A loud gasp spread through the table, and I heard a chair scrape the floor.
“Oh my God. Ashley-” one of the boys said.
I just stared down at the dark red stain spreading across my clothes. My hands shook.
Behind me, a soft laugh slipped out. It was light, mocking, delighted in a way that made my spine stiffen.
I didn’t even have to turn to know it was Kathy.
Of course, it was.
Her laughter wasn’t loud, but it was sharp enough to slice right through the noise of the restaurant. I lifted my eyes and saw her, covering h
