Chapter 4

I glanced down, and my first thought wasn't to wipe myself off.

"Who opened this bottle?" I asked the wedding coordinator. "Is the hotel covering it, or are they?"

The wedding coordinator just stood there, dumbfounded.

I clicked my tongue and turned back to Ruth. "Fine. You'll foot the dry cleaning bill for my gown."

For a beat, no one knew whether to gape in horror or burst out laughing.

Ruth stared at me, completely stunned—like she'd never met anyone like me in her life.

Most people, after getting wine splashed on them in front of a crowd, would either…