Chapter 77

"What a disgrace"...."A shame." "Who is she?" "She has no manners."

I could hear their gasps, laughter and gossip. Some pulled out their phone and cameras to take pictures or videos of me. Someone said “She’s drunk!” loud enough for half the room to hear.

I was frozen, soaked, embarrassed. My once-gorgeous dress now clung to my body, sticky with red wine. My hair was dripping. I didn’t even have the strength to get up. I just stayed there on my knees, palms flat on the cold floor, blinking slowly.

Someone took a picture. Someone else laughed. And then I heard a voice I hadn’t expected.

“Move.” It was a deep and familiar voice.

Before I knew it, firm hands came around me, one lifting my elbow gently. Then something warm and heavy landed on my shoulders. A jacket. A black designer jacket.

I looked up slowly...my gaze stopped on

Nathaniel's face.

He was standing over me, with a cold aura and a tight jaw, but his voice was calm and intimidating. His presence alone made the room fall sil