"Mr. Vance, I set up a little pre-wedding prank for you two. What do you think—funny, right?"
Her foot slipped. She let out a soft gasp, as though she'd lost her balance, and tumbled right into Clay's arms.
She looked up at him, her cheeks flushed pink.
"Sorry."
That was her favorite little seduction trick. I'd seen it more times than I could count.
In my previous life, the moment I opened my eyes and saw Roberta standing over me like a nightmare come to life—saw my long-awaited bridal makeup ruined beyond repair—watched her flirt and pull the same old moves to seduce my husband—
My fear and rage had come crashing down like a flood.
I'd screamed and lunged at her, ripped her away from him, and slapped her across the face.
I'd shrieked: "Get out! You're trying to seduce my boyfriend again, aren't you? I won't let you get away with it!"
Clay had immediately called the bridesmaids over to hold me down.
Roberta had cowered in the corner, face red, eyes brimming with pitiful tears:
"I didn't do anything. Mrs. Vance, you've misunderstood. This was just a pre-wedding prank."