“No, no. I'm really sorry. Please forgive me. I'll pay to have it cleaned, I swear." Lucia seemed to be very anxious and scared.

Miserable and alone, she faced the truth of her situation. Hot tears started to fall.

Everyone was watching with interest. If Erica didn't frame this right, they'd think that she was a hot-headed bully who pushed around everyone she didn't like. Thinking of this, she threw the wet tissue she had used to mop up the stain on the table and took a step forward.

“Okay, let's say your story is true. Turn around.”

Her words confused Lucia.

"What?"

Erica was a little impatient.

“Just do as I say!"

The woman turned around slowly, and finally stopped, facing Erica again.

Erica sneered, "You're wearing a strapless, form-fitting, mermaid dress. No decoration, no tassles. Your dress couldn't have knocked anything over. Mine can, thanks to the bow in the back. No, this is all you. I don't get where you come off, thinking you can fool me. Your dress doesn't flare that way, or drag across a table, or anything. And yet you're trying to tell me that the dress knocked the glass over?

Maybe it was your elbow? And since your elbows aren't covered, you should have felt it when your elbow hit the glass. So how could you say you didn't do it on purpose? Think I'm an idiot?"

Lucia was stupefied by her retort. Erica was right, but Lucia just couldn't admit it.

“I'm sorry, Erica. I really didn't know I knocked it down. Maybe I touched the tablecloth..."

“Shut up!" Erica was getting more and more fiery. The woman still wouldn't admit it and was still making excuses when everyone knew she was Lying.

At this moment, Matthew noticed a crowd forming at the dessert table.

He had a bad feeling about this and walked over there to see what the commotion was.

When he got closer, he found the woman drawing this crowd was none other than his wife.

“What happened?"

Hearing him speak, the crowd greeted him and made way for him. He smoothly strode to Erica's side. She was fuming with rage.

What he didn't know was that he picked the wrong time to stand with her. Erica glared at him and asked, "Do you know this woman?"

She was livid, and had no respect for him. Her tone and bearing accused him.

Her attitude scared the people around her so much that they held their collective breath. ‘Wow! No wonder she's Mrs. Hilton! She's probably the only person who could talk to Matthew that way.‘ The guests were laying odds on whether the CEO would have an angry response.

Matthew did not react the way everyone expected him to. Instead of annoyance, the man displayed tenderness.

"Who?" he asked softly.

Erica pointed directly at Lucia. Until then, he hadn't spared her a look. He wasn't even looking around for anyone, and devoted his full attention to his wife.