Just as I reached for the cab door, a speeding motorcycle swerved too close to the curb, splashing a wave of muddy water all over me. Cold, murky droplets soaked through my tailored dress, clinging to my skin and leaving unsightly streaks.
The driver paled. "Ms. Gray, I'm so sorry! This is entirely my fault—"
I raised a hand to stop his stammering. "It's fine," I said curtly, brushing off as much water as I could. "I'll change once we get to the banquet. No need to panic."
When we finally arrived at the hotel, I stepped out of the cab, my dress stained and damp. A liaison, a young man with sharp features and a nervous demeanor, was already waiting at the entrance. Spotting me, his eyes widened in alarm before he composed himself.
"Ms. Gray, welcome. My deepest apologies—I'm Ethan and I've been informed about the mishap. I've arranged for a gown to be sent to the lounge upstairs for you. The chairman will arrive shortly, but please allow me to take you inside first."
I offered him a polite smile, masking my frustration. "Thank you, Ethan. I appreciate your quick response."