Maya's POV
The moment Penelope stormed through the door, her fury practically radiating from every inch of her frame, I knew she was ready for war.
"That witch is going to pay for this," she snarled, slamming the door with enough force to rattle the frame. "I cannot believe she had the audacity."
I remained perched on the bed's edge, my gaze fixed on the disaster that had once been my wedding dress. The crimson wine had bloomed across the bodice like a wound, spreading down toward the hem and transforming the immaculate ivory silk into something that looked like a crime scene.
My fingers shook as I struggled to maintain some semblance of composure.
"We cannot waste time plotting revenge right now, Penny," I whispered, the words scraping against my tight throat. "We have bigger problems to solve."
Penelope ceased her agitated pacing, her eyes darting between the ruined gown and my face, clearly calculating our options.
"What are our chances of finding a replacement?"
