The woman in the pale green dress clung to Lewis's chest like she had every right to be there.
Even from a distance, I could tell who she was.
Tiffany.
I didn't rush forward. I didn't scream. I stood still and watched.
The moment she threw herself toward his wheelchair, Lewis's reaction was instant. His hands gripped the wheels and he rolled back sharply. The movement was clean and controlled, but unexpected.
Tiffany, unable to stop herself in time, stumbled forward and fell hard onto the ground.
A few gasps rose from nearby guests.
"Lewis, how could you do this to me?" she cried, still on the floor, her voice trembling.
I walked over calmly and extended a hand. "Ms. Dolton, are you alright?"
She grabbed my hand to pull herself up, but the moment our eyes met, she hesitated. "Do I know you?"
I smiled politely. "I made a guess. Someone mentioned you've been pursuing Lewis for years. When I saw you just now, it wasn't hard to connect the dots. You must be Ms. Dolton."
