Lindsey gave a coldugh.


    Kristy had deliberately spilled coffee on her, yet she imed it was idental.


    Who was she trying to fool?


    Now stained, Lindsey’s white dress was ruined, making it impossible for her to face anyone at the event.


    Kristy, arms crossed over her chest, seemed to relish Lindsey’s difort and the mockery it invited.


    However, Lindsey was far from the flustered, angry mess Kristy had anticipated.


    Calmly, she picked up a ss of red wine from the table and without a second thought, flung it across Kristy’s face.


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    Caught off guard, Kristy stood frozen, her face and hair sticky with wine, which dribbled down her cheeks and stained her red dress.


    “Lindsey! What are you doing?” Kristy erupted in anger.


    “You give me coffee, so I’ll toast you with a ss of wine.


    Courtesy demands reciprocity,” Lindsey retorted, standing her ground with aposed indifference that sharply contrasted Kristy’s furious demeanor.


    Kristy’s loud outburst captured the attention of everyone in the hall.


    All eyes turned to Kristy, her head and face drenched in wine.


    “Isn’t that the famous actress? Why does she look like a drowned mouse?”


    “I just saw her douse that woman opposite her with coffee.


    And that woman, she’s tough too-she retaliated with a ss of wine right on the actress.


    Incredible.


    ”


    “Who is the woman opposite her?”


    “I’m not sure who she is, but she seems familiar.


    ”


    Kristy wished for a ce to disappear.


    She hadn’t anticipated Lindsey’s bold response.


    She had aimed to humiliate Lindsey, yet she ended up the most humiliated.


    At that moment, a figure approached the two calmly.


    It was Carole.


    She looked at them with concern.


    “What happened here? Your outfits are ruined.


    How will you attend the event now? Look, I have some spare clothes here.


    Why don’t you change into them?”


    Soaked and miserable, Kristy clenched her fists.


    She shot Lindsey a re, then turned to Carole and muttered, “Alright.


    ”


    Carole signaled a staff member, who then escorted Kristy to the dressing room.


    Turning to Lindsey, Carole said, “Lindsey, that dress won’t do anymore.


    I have one that will fit you perfectly.


    Follow me.


    ”


    Aware she couldn’t wander around in her stained dress, Lindsey nodded gratefully.


    “Thank you so much.


    ”


    Carole led Lindsey into her room and pulled a finely tailored pink dress from the closet.


    Adorned with pearls, the dress radiated a gentle yet morous aura.


    She held it out to Lindsey with a smile.


    “Feel free to change into this if you like,” Carole offered.


    Lindsey, unaware of any underlying issues, epted the dress, her brow furrowed slightly.


    “Isn’t this a bit toovish?”