I gasped and stepped backwards, the alcohol draining from my head.
What was wrong with me?
What was I doing?
How could I be so easy?
I had only met him once before!
“Mon Dieu” I gasped, staring at my ruined gown, the spilled red wine and the broken shards of that fancy wine glass.
What alcohol does to your soul, I thought bitterly.
“I’m so sorry-“
“No. Just stay away” I rose a hand, breathing ragged.
I had anxiety attacks and I hated how they could hit me at any point.
“You were okay with-“
“I know I know. I shouldn’t have,” I breathed, running my hand through my hair.
Oh God, I’d forgotten that My hair was in an updo and I had made it to come crashing down.
“Look I’m sorry. It was wrong and I’ll clean-“ I continued, feeling slightly choked.
“You won’t clean that. I’ll send i
