Isabelle dared to look affronted. “Excuse me?”
Briskly, Charlotte left the room for a few seconds and returned with my stomped-on dress in hand, and upon seeing the dress, Isabelle turned ashen. “I found this girl, anxiety-ridden and moments away from tears, wearing this mess of a dress in the bathroom,” she confronted. “Is that what you would call ‘etiquette?’”
The revelation seemed to have further infuriated Xaden. I could feel his anger roll off him in hot waves, but I latched onto his arm, both to keep him close and to calm him down.
Isabelle stuck her chin up, trying to put on a brave face. “Are you trying to say that I somehow am at fault for ruining that dress? It’s just dirt.”
Charlotte held up the dress to show off the shoe prints more closely, where upon closer inspection, fa
