Madelyn’s POVThe guests around us gasped in surprise. Yolanda couldn’t believe what happened, probably because she didn’t expect her trick to backfire.“My dress! My dress!” Yolanda keeps fanning herself, panicking.“Oh no, I’m so sorry,” I placed my flute of champagne on a nearby table. “That might stain,” I said, wincing at her wet dress.“Here’s some tissue,” Carter said, handing the tissue to her. “Let me help wipe it off.”“You’re smudging it even more! Ugh!” Yolanda stomped her feet. I almost smiled from how childish she looked. “Stop it, Carter!”“I’m only trying to help, Yolanda!”“Well, you’re not helping!” she snapped, tapping the tissue on her dress. Carter stopped helping and just watched Yolanda.I pursed my lips, feigning a concerned look. “That won’t do. Come with me,” I grabbed Yolanda’s arm. “God, I can be clumsy sometimes. I’m so sorry.”“N-No, it’s fine. It was an accident.” Yolanda said, trying to get out of my hold.“Just come with me, I’ll accompany you to the re
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