Olivia's POV
I raised an eyebrow, holding that glass of red wine, and walked right up to Emily.
Then leaned in a bit and coldly shot her a look, scoffing, "Sorry, but I ain't no pushover."
With that, I lifted the glass of wine and tipped it right over her head.
Emily screeched in disbelief as the wine trickled down her long hair.
She looked like a hot mess, her gown stained red.
But I wasn't about to stop there. Instead, I caught her wrist.
Just as she was about to fight back, Marsh suddenly grabbed my hand.
"Enough! Olivia!" he shouted.
"I don't think so," I scoffed, exerting force to snap Emily's bracelet.
Then I threw a check right at her face, snorting, "Just a 100-thousand-dollar bracelet. Here's two hundred grand. Go buy two if you want."
With that, I returned to Hannah's
