I looked toward Nial, hoping for some kind of support, but he just stood there with his hands in his pockets, watching me with disdain, a flicker of disgust in his eyes. I could feel a sharp ache spreading across my cheek and when I touched my nose, I realized it was warm and wet with blood, trickling down onto the pristine white of my gown.
“Shawn, are you out of your mind?” I gasped, my voice shaky as I shot him an incredulous look.
As soon as the words left my mouth, Shawn let out a mocking laugh. “Do you think I’d be here if it weren’t for Leta? She begged me to come and stand by you for this stupid wedding, threatening to hurt herself if I didn’t.”
In a fit of rage, he yanked a glass from the bottom of champagne tower. As the entire structure collapsed, the sound of breaking glass filled the air. He grabbed a bottle of champagne, holding it over my head, letting the sparkling liquid pour all over me until I was drenched, a sodden mess.