I decided to ignore her.
Colin overheard her and shot her a warning look.
Joyce immediately became fascinated by the floral arrangements.
I decided to ignore her.
It was my wedding day, after all, and I wasn’t about to let one unpleasant woman ruin it.
Unfortunately, Joyce apparently had other plans.
Her glass tipped.
I was laughing at something Linda had said when Joyce approached with a glass of red wine.
I stepped aside to let her pass, but instead of walking by, she reached across me.
Her glass tipped. Cold wine splashed down the front of my dress, soaking into the delicate lace.
“Oh my God!”
I grabbed a napkin, staring helplessly as a crimson stain spread across the skirt.
I slowly looked up.
Paige rushed over with more napkins.
“Mom, don’t rub it! You’ll make it worse!”
Joyce watched us struggle without moving a muscle.
