CHAPTER 63

ELODIE

Jessica’s voice drew the attention of everyone at the party, and they all turned to us. I felt their judging eyes on me, the weight of their gazes heavy with accusation.

“I’m sorry that I bumped into you, but you didn’t have to spill red wine all over my white dress,” Jessica said, sobbing and rubbing her eyes. “My dress is ruined, and it was my late mother’s.”

What the hell? She had changed her demeanor in seconds, playing the victim flawlessly.

“How could you say I poured wine all over you?” I demanded, my fury rising. It was a cheap trick, and I’d seen it too many times before to fall for it.

“Why are you holding a glass then?” she questioned, a smirk slowly spreading across her lips.

Everyone began to murmur, their whispers growing louder.

“Who the hell is she to do that to Jessica?”

“How could someone be that cruel at a party like this?”

“She’s heartless, doing that to another woman in a white dress.”

“And it belonged to her late mother?”

“And this is