Fifth Floor, at Emerald's
Aveline wasn't naive enough to assume the fall of the decorative table was an accident.
The table was in the middle of the hallway, right outside the elevator, whereas the rest of the decorative tables were at the corners. Damien, who was right beside her, had moved to block her.
It was an easily curated accident to spoil her dress. Maybe even to hurt her.
If Damien didn't want her at the event, he didn't have to invite her. She would have gladly stayed home.
What was he planning?
Resisting her urge to slap the woman, she said, "It's alright," to send the kneeling woman away so that the judgmental people would disperse too.
Damien wrapped his arm around Aveline and hissed at the lady, "Get lost."
Aveline almost rolled her eyes. He should have said, 'Well done,' instead.
