As she spoke, the teacup in her hand tipped over, spilling scalding tea onto my leg. I jumped in pain, instinctively letting out a cry.
At the same time, Lucy shrieked dramatically, clutching her hand.
Gregory came rushing in, his attention immediately on her. He grabbed her hand with a mix of panic and tenderness, inspecting the redness from the spill. Then he turned on me, his voice filled with reproach.
"Rosalie! Lucy came to apologize to you and this is how you repay her? How could you be so cruel as to burn her like this?"
Before I could respond, he was already pulling Lucy away to treat her injury, leaving me standing there, my knee burning and the skin already broken from the scalding.
"Rosalie, do you think this wedding dress suits me?"
Lucy’s voice snapped me out of my memories. I looked at the phone she handed me.
On the screen was a photo of her wearing a stunning, luxurious wedding dress—my wedding dress.
She smiled smugly. "Brother Gregory said you’d already paid for this dress, so I thought, why waste it? I’ll take it."
Before she left, she flaunted the diamond ring on her finger, twisting her hand in the light.