Her voice dripped with disdain. “You threw this party just to seduce my fiancé and embarrass me, didn't you? Do you think it’s fun to humiliate me?”
“I didn’t seduce him!” I shot back, denying her accusation.
But she snorted, lifting her chin defiantly. “Ask them—who here believes you? But if you really want me to believe you, slap yourself ten times. Then I might consider it.”
I rolled my eyes in disbelief. Of course, nobody believed me. Years of pining after Lance had left me with a reputation I couldn’t shake. Explaining myself here felt pointless.
However, Maia wasn’t done. Soon, one of her friends pulled out a phone and cast photos onto the screen.
In one, it looked like I was leaning in to kiss Lance—though I remembered it as me shoving him away. In the next, he was coldly pushing me aside, and I stood there, my face blank.
To anyone else, it painted a clear picture: I was the desperate one throwing myself at him.
Sienna's POV
Tears streamed down Maia’s face, drawing murmurs from the crowd around us.
“Sienna, you’re in the wrong here! You knew he was taken, so you can’t blame her for wrecking your house!” someone said.