The woman turned around—a young lady with a good figure and a striking appearance.
She first cast a cold glance at me, her expression indifferent, but when she looked down and saw the tear in her dress, her eyes widened in fury.
"Did you do that on purpose?!" she shouted, her voice shrill. "You stepped on my dress and ruined it!"
Her loud outburst immediately drew attention, and the surrounding guests all turned to look at us.
I cursed my carelessness. The more I wanted to stay low-profile, the more trouble I seemed to attract.
I knew that apologizing wouldn't fix things, but I still maintained a polite smile and said sincerely, "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to."
But a woman like her wasn't about to let it go so easily.
She folded her arms, tilting her chin up arrogantly as she sized me up. "Not on purpose? So are you saying you did it intentionally? I should talk to the hotel manager about their hiring standards. Do they just let anyone work here?"