Summer's POV
Without hesitation, I stepped forward and delivered a stinging slap across Isabelle's perfect face. The crack of skin against skin echoed in the silent room.
"My name is Summer," I stated clearly, my voice carrying to every corner of the ballroom.
"Luna Summer Blackwood. I have never been a mistress or a home-wrecker. I was Alex's mate and Luna before you ever entered the picture, and I remain so now."
Isabelle's hand flew to her reddening cheek, shock evident in her wide eyes.
I wasn't finished. Picking up a glass of champagne from a nearby table, I calmly poured it over her elaborately styled hair, watching with satisfaction as the liquid dripped down her face and onto her designer gown.
"Consider us even," I said pleasantly, before reaching into my clutc
