I didn’t overthink it and just decided to handle the stain on my gown by myself.

Andrew’s estate was massive, with fancy villas all over the place.

Getting from where the engagement party was held to the villa where I was staying was quite a trek.

As I tried to figure out how to deal with the stain, a waiter passing by spotted me.

He came over and said politely, “Need a hand with anything?”

I gestured to my soaked dress and asked, “Is there a spot around here where I can sort out this mess?”

The waiter nodded and said, “No worries, we’ve got a room ready for emergencies like this, stocked with spare dresses just in case.

You can head there to change if you want.

I let out a big sigh of relief.

“Alright, sounds good.

I didn’t want to be strutting around in a damp gown, especially at my engagement party.

If I didn’t sort it out fast, I could end up with some embarrassing headlines tomorrow, making me the laughingstock once more.

“Hey, where’s that spare room?” I asked in a rush.

The waiter nodded and said, “It’s upstairs.

This place is pretty big and can be a bit confusing to replace.

I can walk you there if you want.

He had a point.

Andrew went all out for the engagement party, picking the biggest villa on the estate, a massive three-story building with tons of rooms.

Trying to replace it on my own would have been a nightmare.

So, I just trailed behind the waiter as he led the way upstairs.

We finally reached the top floor, and he kept going deeper into the villa.

It felt like he was guiding me to a room tucked away in the farthest corner of the place.

As we got closer to the farthest room, I caught a faint smell in the air, giving me a creepy vibe.

Hold on! Something seemed off!

I paused, thinking over what had just happened.

At first, Shirley did something out of character and said sorry to me.

Then, as soon as Andrew left, she tried to hand me some champagne.

I had a feeling there was something fishy about the drink, so I passed on it.

Somehow, the champagne ended up on my dress.

Could it be that she didn’t want me to drink it, but to spill it on purpose?

So, basically, Shirley’s apology was fake, probably so she could get me to change into her dress, or if I said no, give her an excuse to send Andrew away.

And since I was not familiar with the villa, I couldn’t just replace a spot to deal with the stain myself.

Then, like magic, a super friendly waiter showed up out of nowhere.

Why else would they put the spare room in such a weird spot?

ALL these things were connected, totally showing it was all planned out in advance.

T slowed down.

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