He casually raised his glass. "Tonight, we're not stopping till we drop!"
It felt like my heart had been ripped open, bleeding out.
Tears welled up in my eyes. The man who was so tender just the night before, now he was dismissively trashing me.
My grip slipped on the wine bottle, splashing some onto that girl.
"Ah!"
"What are you doing? Do you know how much this dress costs? Think you can afford to replace it?"
Mandy stood up, screeching, her voice filled with fury.
My eyes started to burn, and I looked down, afraid he'd recognize me.
I stuttered out an apology, desperate and flustered.
"I'm so sorry, it was an accident."
Tears streamed down my face, free of charge.
Eric Pike... Eric Pyke? From the wealthy Pyke Group in Covelle? I once teased him for being one letter different from a rich kid. He'd hang his head, claiming he was just a poor boy from the countryside, hoping I wouldn't hold it against him.
The way he pulled the pity card, I genuinely felt for him and never brought it up again.
The girl, now livid, pointed a pale finger at me. "Call your manager over here, I want an explanation!"
I kept apologizing, but Eric seemed to recognize my voice, telling me to look up.