I gasped in horror, my eyes wide with fright as I stared at my once white gown, “Is that blood on my dress?”Surely, I was not bleeding right? I did not have any wounds, if not, I would know. I will be feeling the pain too.“Oh, hell,” Eva cussed and I raised my face to hers. She looked very apologetic, “That’s not blood. You are not bleeding. It is from the wine I was holding. I totally forgot Abigail it when I was trying to stop you from planting your face on the floor,”“Oh?” That was the only thing that left my mouth because what else could I say? I had not even noticed her holding a glass of wine. Having wine on my dress was actually better than having my blood on it. A sign of relief left me.While I was glad that I was not bleeding and that it was merely a wine, I could not stop myself from thinking that we were still in the middle of my welcoming party and I was not wearing a dark dress. Even if where we were standing was dark, I could clearly see that my white dress was stain
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