The Luna Choosing Game by Jane Above Story

Chapter 0471 “Oh, no! Piper, I'm so sorry!” she exclaimed. She placed her empty glass down on a nearby table then held her hands out to me like she intended to do something. Yet she never actually touched me or my clothes. “What can we do? That will stain right away!” She was right. Red wine stains didn’t come out at all once they were set.

I studied Bridget for a moment, trying to determine if this had truly been an accident. Everything had happened so quickly. Bridget could have lost balance. In the moment, that had been what it looked like.

Bridget was a professional actress. She could make anything look accidental.

But what would her end goal have been

for deception? To ruin my outfit? To get me out of the way? I wasn’t even talking to Nicholas, I had been talking to Julian! And Bridget hadn't really shown any possessive interest in him. At least, not on the same level of Nicholas.

If this hadn’t been an accident, that meant that Bridget had it personally out for me, and that just seemed so... I don’t know. Too much.

It had to be an accident.

Veronica stood from her spot. She had a handkerchief and tried to help me wipe at the various spots. But it didn’t matter. The stain seemed set already and trying to wipe it away only stretched the stain out, making it worse.

The outfit was basically trash now.

Unless I could get it soaking in cold water. That might be the only way to salvage it.

Veronica traded me the handkerchief for the empty bottle. “We'll keep an eye on Elva,” she said. “Go change.” That seemed like the best plan to me.

“Thank you,” I told her.

“Oh, Piper. Forgive me,” Bridget said.

walked around her and headed toward the

the wait staff was there. As I gestured to my shirt, I asked,

waiter looked sympathetic. “We’ve moved all the luggage into the foyer while the room assignments are

the outside, with bamboo motifs and a tropical theme. Photos of palm leaves and exotic birds covered most of the walls. The furniture was mostly

nearby closet. Our luggage was lined up there, just inside the door.

dragged it back toward the bathroom.

would be here. It was a relief to know that the staff here would

joined me

clothes for you when you are ready, Miss. The sooner we get them washed, the more likely

incredibly grateful to her. So I ducked into the bathroom with my bag, changed out of my

I heard her footsteps

floor, zipped it open, and in a flash, all good feelings vanished.

my bag was covered in sticky red paint! It looked like someone had put a paint bomb in here. Cursing, I dug through my

by the splatters and drips of the paint, bit every single one of my clothes seemed damaged. @ For this to have happened, someone must have put in a few different

clothing in a separate smaller bag tucked into the corner of this one. That

didn’t help me

clothes were damaged.

to stay here

looking for me. God, 1 hoped it would be Veronica or Julian, and not Bridget. ws I guess I didn’t have

Unless...

a beach, right? Would it really be so bad for me to put on my swimsuit? € At least for as long as I could get Veronica’s attention. Maybe she could lend me something else to wear for now. Even though our styles

to the imagination. The triangles covered my nipples well enough, but much of the swell of my breasts were exposed. And

myself. This