This Princess Gets Drunk

''What a bitch!" A soft mockery reverberated by her ear.

When she looked up, something splashed onto her neck, dripping down slowly as it seeped into her gown.

Amara could feel numerous pair of gazes on her, judgemental and rude from a distance.

When she looked at the woman who had splashed the wine at her, she looked back at her innocently.

''Ah, my hand slipped.''

''What are you doing?"

Amara had not even taken a proper look at the woman where she was shielded behind a broad back.

Like a mountain, Rafael placed her behind him and stood in front of her.

Amara blinked, unsure of when the man had arrived there. Wasn't he talking with his old acquaintaince? Did he finally think he should be by her side now?

''I just said I slipped…'' Lina was caught off guard. Before she came here, she had noticed that Amara's partner was busy with another woman and she had naturally assumed that this was the gap she should take advantage of.