Chapter 12: Backup Dress I
Amelia jumped back in shock. With a white dress like that, the cold splash of alcohol left a jarringly obvious stain right on the front. Kelsie's glass was now half empty, and she held a hand against her lips in surprise.
"Oh no!" she cried. "Your dress is ruined!"
She turned to Caleb and playfully swatted his chest.
"You should've been more careful," she said. "That toast was a little too rough."
"My apologies, sweetheart," he said to her, combing a strand of hair away from her face. "Let's get you a new drink."
"What about Amelia's dress?" Kelsie asked, fluttering her eyelashes. There seemed to be small beads of tears already appearing in her eyes as though she was the victim.
"This dress is long overdue," Caleb said, sneering as he eyed Amelia up and down with disgust. "You've done her a favor, Kelsie. She ought to get rid of this anyway. It belongs in the trash heap."
Amelia clenched her fists tightly, chewing on her bottom lip to suppress her boiling anger. It seemed like Caleb recognized this dress.
She couldn't make a scene, especially not when she was here for work and not for play. This wasn't the neighborhood supermarket, and one wrong thing said or move made could create irreparable damages.