Chapter 4

Red wine streamed down Janice's face, her once flawless makeup utterly ruined. Black streaks of mascara ran beneath her eyes, leaving her looking just like a drowned rat.

The entire ballroom fell silent.

Andrew's eyes went cold instantly. His hand clamped around my wrist, the pressure so intense that it felt like he might crush the bones beneath his grip.

"Cecilia!" His voice was so low that it was almost a growl, but the fury in it was enough to make my blood run cold. "Are you completely out of your mind?"

I tipped my chin up to look at…