"Gabriella Robinson! Did everything I said go in one ear and out the other?!"
His voice was a low snarl.
Millicent put on her wounded look. "Gabriella, how could you do this? Without someone carrying my train, this gown won't have nearly the same effect."
I looked at them both. Cold. Silent.
Up ahead, camera flashes were already firing. The host was calling Millicent's name over the speakers.
I ignored Dominic and turned toward the exit.
"Stop her!"
He didn't care about the scene anymore. He gave the order outright.
The two bodyguards rushed me. A boot slammed into the back of my knee.
I wasn't ready for it. My legs buckled and I crashed to the hard ground.
White-hot pain shot through my kneecaps.
Nearby crew members and reporters turned to stare. Someone raised a camera.
Dominic strode over, towering above me, his eyes devoid of anything human.
In front of everyone, he pointed his finger directly at my face.
"My apologies, ladies and gentlemen of the press."
But the words that left his mouth were devastating.
"This woman is a low-level assistant at my company who's been harboring delusional fantasies about me."