Claire's face was flushed, and her lips were bright red and slightly swollen.
Everyone in the room turned to look at me. Their gazes were filled with mockery, sympathy, and schadenfreude.
Claire's hand was still on Mason's waist as she looked at me intently, without letting go, with no trace of guilt, and even with a hint of provocation.
Claire laughed at me and said, "I was just helping you test the wedding game, don't be mad."
I wanted to ask what kind of game would make you feed someone else's husband wine mouth-to-mouth at a wedding, but I kept my thoughts to myself.
Surprisingly, I didn't feel angry at all. Instead, I felt a strange sense of relief.
But my best friend didn't feel the same. She rolled up her sleeves, ready to start a fight.
Mason stepped in front of Claire, glaring at me.
"Audrey, if your friend dares to touch Claire today, this wedding is off!"
I nodded. I pulled my friend back and motioned for them to continue with the game.
Seeing me silent, Mason assumed I was angry.
"Can you stop being so jealous? How many times have I told you, Claire is just like a sister to me."
His tone was full of frustration.