Sebastian pulled out his phone, opened his contacts, and held it up for her to scan.
Catherine did as he asked, but as she added him, she said, “Sebastian, I’m not sure what Sally told you, but I think there’s been some kind of misunderstanding. I…”
She didn’t get to finish. Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps nearby and a startled shout.
“Watch out!”
Before Catherine could react, a cold splash hit her. The sharp scent of alcohol filled the air as dark red wine spilled down her front, soaking her clothes.
She stood up quickly, trying to shake out her dress, but the fabric had already absorbed most of the liquid. The wet material clung to her, clearly outlining the gentle curve of her stomach.
Sebastian reached into his pocket for a handkerchief, meaning to offer it to her. But when he caught sight of her rounded belly, he paused, stunned.
“You’re… you’re pregnant?”
A waiter hurried over with napkins, handing them to her.
Catherine took them and started dabbing at her dress, nodding at Sebastian. “Sorry about this.”
“You…” Sebastian’s face darkened. “This is just too much.”
He let out an annoyed sound, spun around, and marched away.
The waiter who’d spilled the wine slipped quietly into the crowd, making his way toward Sally.
Catherine glanced after him, wondering what Sally was up to this time.
She tossed the used napkins and headed to the restroom. Even though it was already June, the coastal night air was chilly, and the wine-soaked dress made her shiver.
She lifted the hem of her dress, trying to dry it under the hand dryer, but it didn’t really help.
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