chapter1172

Lincoln clicked his tongue. "Seriously, you should just go home and change. Don't embarrass yourself here."

Maisie was burning with anger, but she couldn't come up with anything to say back.

Suddenly, a lady in a deep burgundy dress hurried over, her heels clicking on the marble. Maisie, what happened? Her voice cut through the crowd, full of worry. Maisie's heart steadied the moment she saw her mom. That was Cindy, her mother.

Tears welled up in Maisie's eyes. "I saw a schoolmate here for Grandma's birthday. I just wanted to say hi, but... she..." Her voice broke, and she started to cry.

Anyone watching would think Lydia was the one who threw the wine.

Cindy's expression darkened as she glared at Lydia. "Why did you throw wine at my daughter? Apologize. Right now."

She didn't care who Lydia was or what kind of family she came from. This was her family's party. If someone picked on her daughter here, it was wrong, period. She demanded an apology.

Lydia let out a short laugh. She can't even walk straight or hold a glass. Why should I be the one to apologize?"

Juna shook her head. "She tried to throw wine at someone else, missed, and spilled

it all over herself. Now she wants to blame other people? That's honestly unbelievable."

Most of the guests nearby had seen what happened. Maisie had spilled the wine on herself, plain and simple, When Cindy demanded an apology, people exchanged looks. It was so typical of the Bland family. If the mom acted like this, no wonder the daughter did too. They were really blaming a guest for their own mistake.

Cindy shot a sharp look at Juna. "Miss Davis, how can you say that?" She knew Juna, but they weren't close. Still, she wouldn't let anyone bully her daughter. Did they think they could get away with it just because their family was much more powerful?

Lydia's voice was icy. Maybe ask your daughter what she was really trying to do."

Maisie's confidence wavered. She'd

wanted to throw the wine at Lydia, but it hadn't landed. So what was there to worry about? She could just deny it. "Lydia! You pushed me, didn't you? If you hadn't pushed me, wouldn't have lost my balance. The wine never would have spilled on me."

Lydia looked amused. "Did I? Why would I even do that?"

The crowd was growing, and Maisie was running out of options. She doubled down. "I'm friends with Rosie. You're mad at her, so you took it out on me. You just wanted to teach me a lesson."

Her words sounded righteous, almost convincing.

Juna and Lincoln both laughed. Come on, you really have a talent for twisting the facts. It's impressive."

Lydia glanced up at a security camera. "Let's stop going in circles. If you want to know what happened, just check the footage."

In her panic, Maisie had totally forgotten about the cameras. How could she forget that Lydia was a pro at digging up evidence? She'd even found Rosie's secret chats with the online trolls. What was she supposed to do now?