“I mean, I’ve had fun with my boyfriend, but I wouldn’t go around announcing it to the world.”
“Maybe Parisians think differently.”
At that moment, the cold sensation of wine also clinging to my skin sent a sharp shiver through me.
The deep red liquid seeped into my white blouse, darkening the fabric and making it translucent, exposing the lace outline of my black bra beneath.
Gasps and hushed whispers rippled through the crowd as people drew closer, their amusement turning into fascination, their mockery shifting into something more sinister.
"What a scene," someone murmured.
"Does she have no shame?"
"I bet she did it on purpose to seduce Raphael."
I gritted my teeth, the humiliation clawing at me like a beast, but I refused to let it consume me.
I slowly tried to push myself up, ignoring the way my legs trembled, the sharp ache in my back from the impact against the wall.
And then, a sharp, ugly expression flickered across Colette’s face.
For someone who had just staged a spectacle, she did not seem pleased by how it had turned out.
Still, she played her part flawlessly. Large, crocodile tears welled in her eyes as she let her voice break in feigned betrayal.