Emily's POV
I felt terrible about what happened earlier. Vivian spilling that drink all over me wasn’t just embarrassing, it made me feel awful. The dress was new, something Tyler had gotten specifically for the event, and now it had this horrible stain right in the middle.
I couldn’t stop thinking about it, even after we got home. The image of everyone staring, the sticky feeling of the drink soaking through the dress wouldn’t leave my mind.
So I grabbed a bucket, some soap, and started trying to wash it off myself. I didn’t even think about using the washing machine. I just wanted to get rid of the stain with my own hands, like I could erase the whole memory of tonight along with it.
I crouched near the tub, scrubbing slowly. The water turned a little murky, and I
