Before I even turned around, I knew it was Garrison who shanghaied me.
“Hi there!” I said with a sunny grin.
“Well hello, Heiress. Don’t you look ravishing?” he said as he carefully scrutinized my pale blue dress. I knew exactly what he was thinking.
Oh! Please don’t make an issue of it now! I prayed.
He moved in closer, dangerously brandishing his glass of red wine, then suddenly stumbled to his left in a move I still can’t quite grasp. It likely looked like an accident, although I’ll never believe that he didn’t cunningly execute the awkward move. The red wine spilled forward as he lurched to right himself and soaked the front of my blue dress with the glaring red liquid.
“Oh damn! I’m sorry, Eleanor,” he said, as if he was actually sincere. Then he looked around for something to
