The air conditioning inside the car was set low. I sat there in my soaking clothes, lips turning purple, teeth chattering.
Spencer rode in the passenger seat, watching me through the rearview mirror with a thin smirk.
"Miss Robinson, if you'd known it would come to this, you might've saved yourself the trouble."
"Women. All you have to do is swallow your pride and play nice, and you'd have everything you wanted. But no, you had to go head-to-head with Mr. Kessler. And who's the one suffering for it?"
I closed my eyes and refused to listen to another word.
Half an hour later, the car pulled up behind the red carpet venue.
The bodyguards shoved me out.
In a lounge not far away, Millicent was wearing the bridal gown that should have been mine, surrounded by a swarm of reporters clamoring for interviews.
Dominic stood beside her in a tailored suit, gazing at her with open adoration.
When he saw me being dragged over, he excused himself from the press and strode toward me.
His eyes dropped to the mud-stained bridesmaid dress clutched in my hands, and a slight frown creased his brow.
"What happened to you?"
He slipped off his suit jacket and moved to drape it over my shoulders.