"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" Erica wailed, pressing one hand against the wound over Addison's collarbone.
The gash was deep enough to reach the bone, but it wasn't serious. Or at least that's what Addison hoped. Blood soaked into her blouse, but gradually became sluggish. She almost laughed out loud when she realized that just that morning she was wondering what colour her shirt was. Well, watermelon coloured or not, the blood was definitely going to ruin this particular outfit. Probably so was the long cut over her ribs on the other side, she thought cynically. There was also a nick over her cheekbone that seemed to be dripping blood down her face.
At least her physical appearance now matched the macabre dinner scene that Erica had set up for them. Addison shuddered in disgust as Erica
