Chapter 70
Ariella
I stood in front of the mirror, my reflection a distorted image of the composed facade I usually wore. Tonight, however, composure eluded me. My chest tightened with humiliation as the events of night flooded my mind, each memory a sharp sting to my pride.
I recalled the party, the laughter and chatter mingling with the clinking of glasses. Everything seemed normal until Ace sauntered over, his cocky smirk enough to set my teeth on edge. Then came the moment that shattered any semblance of dignity I had left.
The wine splashing across my face felt like a slap, the liquid staining my skin and dignity in one fell swoop.
Only I knew how humiliating it was for me to stay at the party, wearing the dress Maya had given me. My expensive makeup, specially done by a stylist,
