"Ah—"
Queen stumbled forward from the sudden push from behind, her grip loosening on the wine glass in her hand.
The crimson liquid inside splashed straight toward Camilla. It was time to begin.
Camilla's dark, piercing eyes narrowed slightly, yet she made no move to dodge.
The rich red wine splattered across her gown.
*Crack.*
The glass shattered on the floor, breaking into pieces.
The sharp sound of a shattering crystal rang out, drawing the attention of nearby guests.
Juliet was the first to notice the scene, the corners of her lips curling up in a barely perceptible smirk.
"What just happened?"
"Did Queen also have a falling-out with Mrs. Luther?"
"Really?
At the charity gala, I saw them sitting together and chatting like old friends."
"When the commotion turned out to involve Camilla yet again, the crowd couldn't help murmuring in hushed tones.
Nolan's deep, penetrating gaze followed the disturbance.
