Laughter echoed through the empty corridor as Lily, Eliza, and Talia fled from the ballroom. Once safely out of earshot, they collapsed against the wall, barely able to contain their amusement.
“Did you see Victoria’s face?” Eliza gasped between fits of laughter, mimicking the woman’s horrified expression. “I thought she might faint right there on the spot!”
Talia wiped tears from her eyes. “The way the wine ran down her perfect white dress was priceless!”
Lily’s shoulders shook with silent laughter, her hands moved rapidly, ‘You’re both terrible! But thank you.’
“That woman had it coming,” Talia said, straightening her gown. “No one treats our friend like that and gets away with it.”
Our friend. The words warmed Lily’s heart. For so long, she’d been alone—the unwanted daughter, the rejected mate. Now she had friends willing to defend her.
