Not in panic for me.
In anger.
“She’s ruining the wedding!” she snapped. “Why would she do this here?”
I turned my head just enough to see her.
She was staring at the puddle on the floor with disgust, not fear.
Rachel appeared then, her white gown gathered in both fists as she hurried across the ballroom. Tyler was right behind her, and so were half a dozen guests. My cousin’s face went paper-white when she saw me on the floor.
“What happened?” she demanded.
Daniel looked up, and I had never seen that expression on his face before. It was beyond anger. It was something stripped raw.
“Her father kicked her chair out from under her.”
The room reacted like a struck match.
Rachel turned slowly toward my parents.
“You did what?”
My father lifted both hands. “She’s being dramatic.”
Brittany actually had the nerve to say, “Nobody touched her.”
Then, from somewhere behind us, a woman’s voice cut through the chaos.
“I saw him do it.”
