I folded my arms, staring her down. “How the hell did you even get an invite to this place?”
Antonia hesitated, her fingers tightening around the hem of her dress. “I heard about it, and I... managed to get one.”
I let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “Managed to get one? Huh?” I repeated. “So what, you just walked up to the venue, smiled at security, and they let you in?”
She didn’t answer.
Unbelievable. I dragged a hand down my face, frustration burning through me. “That means the guest list wasn’t properly vetted.” My voice was cold, controlled, but inside, I was fuming.
“I wasn’t trying to ruin anything,” she said quickly. “I just…”
“That’s exactly what you do, Antonia,” I cut her off. “You ruin things.” My jaw clenched. “You don’t get to show up here like this and act like you have t
