The scene burned my eyes and killed whatever feeling I had left for him.
I realized then that you shouldn't go digging through the trash for something worth keeping. Garbage was garbage. It belonged in the bin.
I drew a deep breath and shoved my frozen hands into my pockets.
If no one was coming, I'd walk.
I turned around and plunged into the rain.
Bang! I hadn't taken two steps before a black Maybach screeched to a halt in front of me, spraying a curtain of muddy water.
The window rolled down. Spencer stepped out under a black umbrella.
He looked me up and down with open contempt, then dropped a garment bag at my feet.
Through the half-open zipper, I could see a cheap white bridesmaid dress inside. The loose threads hadn't even been trimmed.
Spencer stared at me, his tone dripping with condescension.
"Miss Robinson, Mr. Kessler has been generous enough to extend an offer."
"Miss Abbott is walking the red carpet tonight, and she's short an assistant to carry her train."
"Mr. Kessler says all you have to do is put this on and attend to Miss Abbott this evening."
"Your credit cards will be unfrozen by tomorrow, and there might even be a seat for you at the wedding."