Serena's POV
The cold splash of red wine hit my cream dress like an unwelcome fever dream.
I watched in horror as the stain spread rapidly across the expensive fabric, turning my elegant champagne-colored gown into a ruined mess within seconds.
"I'm so terribly sorry, Ms. Quinn!" The woman who'd spilled her drink frantically grabbed cocktail napkins from a nearby table. "I wasn't watching where I was going!"
Her desperate dabbing only seemed to make the stain worse, working the red wine deeper into the delicate material. Great. Just perfect.
A crowd quickly formed around us—nothing draws attention at a high-society event like an expensive dress being ruined. I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment as whispers circulated through the gathering audience.
Lucian materiali
