I stood frozen as Caleb Beaumont stormed toward me, his tall frame radiating fury. Behind him, Daphne sat in her wheelchair, dabbing at reddened eyes. The whispers around us intensified as the crowd sensed the coming confrontation.
"Is this her?" Caleb's voice boomed across the room. "The woman who humiliated my sister?"
Every eye in the ballroom locked onto me. My heart hammered against my ribs, but I kept my expression neutral.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I said evenly.
Caleb's lip curled. "Playing innocent now?" He gestured toward Imogen, who was still clinging to Liam's arm with a theatrical expression of pain. "You push people around and think there are no consequences?"
"I didn't touch her," I replied, keeping my voice steady despite my rising frustration.
"And I suppose you didn't deliberately humiliate my sister either?" His eyes were cold steel. "Daphne came home in tears because of you!"
