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room and slammed the door shut, locking Fa

layer of toxic skin. I pulled a heavy, black, custom-made silk evening

gilded double doors of the Plaza

plush carpet, instantly becoming the absolute cente

ess, impenetrable smile onto my face. I played the

uscles in his jaw were ticking. He was still s

olding court. She wore a violently bright red, dee

behind their champagne flutes. Their eyes darted back

filled to the brim. She locked eyes with me and began

of eyes watching my every move, I couldn't take a single step backward. Growing up in the

ly, her ankle buckled. She threw her upper b

k champagne sloshed out and hit

e fabric. It plastered the heavy silk directly agai

least five cell phones discreetly rise into the air

yes went wide in a cartoonish display of ho

at the massive, sticky stain ruining

ush the liquid off my skirt. As she lea

r voice dropping to a venomous, triumphant whisper

nails. But the smile on my face did not cr

s drag over her smug, gloating face w

ron. I waited for my husband

acle. He frowned, his eyes dark wi

ver my soaked chest. He didn't reprimand

step away from me. He

out his immaculate silk pocket square, a

ed her, his voice low. He completely ignored

ransformed into open, cruel snickers. Their

ssie's fingers. The very last, microscopic

shed a single drop of champagne off my col

derful even