Some of the liquid had already dripped onto Erica's beautiful dress.

“Rika, be careful!"

Chantel pulled her away. Wearing high-heeled shoes, Erica took two quick steps back and almost fell. If it weren't for Chantel holding her up, she would have hit the floor.

Everyone in the crowd approached the two women to see what was happening. Only a woman in a black evening dress made a point of moving away. Chantel noticed her and called out, "You, stop!"

Everyone looked at the woman Chantel called out to. But the woman continued walking like she hadn't heard a thing.

Finally, someone told the woman, "Lucia! I think Chantel is trying to get your attention!"

Panic flashed in the woman's eyes, but she took a moment to get ahold of herself before she turned to see. Chantel was busy mopping Erica's dress. The woman smiled at her and asked, "Yeah? And what do you need?"

The green juice had created an angry dark stain on the red dress. It was painfully obvious, and had ruined the dress, hopefully just for the evening. Pointing at the stain, Chantel asked, “Did you knock that glass of juice over?" Her tone told everyone she was furious.

"This is just too much. We dealt with someone earlier, and now another person decides to mess with Rika. Do they really think she's such a pushover?’ Chantel thought in exasperation.

Before the woman could say anything, someone else piped up.

"It must be her. I saw her drinking the same kind of juice before it happened.”

“Come to think of it, you're right. I think she did it on purpose.”

A woman approached Erica and whispered in her ear, “That's Lucia

Aungier, a Local model. At another party she was at, she made a point of falling so that Matthew would catch her. She laughed it off Like she was drunk, but she was so obvious."

‘Fell so Matthew would catch her?' Erica's anger flared.

She was already pretty heated because of the stain on her dress, and the fact that someone might have done that intentionally. When Paige had sent dozens of dresses for her to pick from, she chose this one immediately. That was the one she wanted. No matter how beautiful and expensive the other dresses were, she didn't even bother trying them on.

Erica had come here to build prestige as Mrs. Hilton, to establish once and for all that Matthew was her husband, and he was off the market. So she wasn't going to take this from anyone, particularly someone who had designs on Matthew.

Seeing that there was no way out of this, Lucia decided to apologize.

“I'm so sorry, Erica. I didn't mean to do that. Maybe my dress brushed the glass of juice and knocked it over by accident. How about this?

I'll pay to have it cleaned, and then have it sent to you. How does that sound?"

The woman had a good attitude and she did sound sincere, which was hard to find fault with.

Erica's eyes darkened. If she hadn't seen the smugness in Lucia's eyes, she would have believed that the woman was apologizing to her sincerely.

“You stained my brand-new dress. Deliberately, from what others are saying. You think an apology is enough? Do I look like I'm that laid-back?"

If Lucia hadn't done it on purpose, Erica would accept her apology- though reluctantly.

But obviously, this woman knew what she was doing, and pretended to be innocent. Not only that, she made a pass at her husband when she wasn't around. No, she was not going to go easy on someone who did that!