Love In The Shadows
As I turned to Mariana seized my wrist, prompting me to pivot back, irritation boiling inside me.
“Your wrist is almost healed—good for you. But I can't let you walk away so easily after nearly ruining my designer dress,” she said, her voice dripping with disdain. Then she reached for a glass of wine on a nearby table, intending to pour it over my dress.
In a reflective motion, I twisted her wrist, redirecting the glass, and watched as the wine splashed into her own dress. Instantly, the murmurs around us escalated, and within moments, half the room was buzzing with whispers.
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