I snapped, teeth grinding. “Dorian, don’t go too far.”
But Elara actually took the underwear from him and slipped into the bathroom to change.
When she came back out, Dorian’s hand immediately slid toward her thigh.
“I heard the bride hid a money envelope,” he smirked. “Guess I’ll feel around for it.”
His fingers crept closer to the hem of her skirt. I seized his wrist in fury.
Elara screamed and slapped him. “Dorian! Stop it! I’m not wearing shorts under my dress.”
He winced from my grip but still wore that infuriating grin.
“Relax—we’re just playing after-party games. Elara and I have bathed together since we were kids. What’s wrong with touching her thigh?”
Then, with deliberate malice, he shook off my hand and brushed against her chest.
“Besides, what part of her body haven’t I seen?”
The laughter died down. My whole body went cold, as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water over me.
And Elara? She didn’t lash out at him. She clung to my arm instead, pleading.
“Adrian! Don’t be angry! He’s drunk, just fooling around. Everyone’s watching—don’t spoil the fun.”
Spoil the fun.
The words drilled into my skull, each one sharper than the last.
I glared at her, my voice trembling with rage.