Windsor's POV
Every pair of eyes in the room fixed on me instantly. I watched Weston take a step forward, but Evelyn's grip on his arm stopped him cold. Looking down, I saw the dark stain spreading across my dress where her wine had splashed.
"Oh no, I'm so clumsy," Evelyn gasped over the party's din. "I completely missed seeing you standing there."
I pressed my lips together, refusing to give her the satisfaction of a response. Instead, I grabbed Pauline's hand and pulled her toward the exit. Their cruel laughter followed us like poison in the air, but I forced myself to block it out.
This wasn't new territory for me. High school had served up far worse cruelty than this. But somehow it cut deeper when the person orchestrating your humiliation used to be your closest friend.
We escaped the massive estate and found ourselves on deserted streets. The neighborhood felt eerily quiet, as if all human activity had been sucked into that single party behind us.
