Grace White's POV:
Clara looked at Arthur, a smug, relaxed smile playing on her lips.
Arthur let out a sigh. "Grace White, can you please stop putting me in such a difficult position? You crashing the engagement party this morning already caused me enough trouble."
He hadn't chosen me.
At those words, my mind went completely blank. I snatched the bottle of rubbing alcohol from Arthur's hand and hurled it to the ground.
Arthur cried out, "Grace, what the hell are you doing?! Are you out of your mind?"
"Yes, I am crazy!" I yelled, my fingers trembling violently. "I—"
Clara gave me a look of mild surprise before wrapping her arm around Arthur's waist, guiding him away. "Let's just leave her to calm down."
I watched as Clara opened the car door for Arthur and stood on her tiptoes to ki
