The Countess struck up an animated chat with Mirabella, though it was mostly a one-sided affair, with Mirabella just quietly listening. It was a mystery why Mirabella was even there, given her apparent lack of interest.
Feeling a bit bored, she stifled a yawn and put her glass down, thinking about making a discreet escape to the restroom. Just then, a waiter, trying to steady a tray of drinks, ambled by. Whether he tripped or simply lost his footing, the tray suddenly went airborne.
In a flash, glasses filled with juice and red wine were flying right towards Mirabella and the Countess. Mirabella noticed the impending mess and instinctively moved, ready to pull the Countess out of the way. But when she caught the waiter's quick, knowing glance towards the Countess, she hesitated, her hand dropping back.
Mirabella didn’t dodge, as if taken by surprise, and let the drinks splatter over her gown. The glasses hit the floor with a sharp crash, drawing the room’s attention.
Nick saw it all from across the room, his face darkening as he made his way swiftly to Mirabella.
“I’m so sorry, ma’am, it was an accident…” the waiter stammered, panic clear in his voice.
The Countess looked down at her dress, then at Mirabella’s now-soaked hem, frowning as she scolded, “How could you be so careless?”
Standing close to Mirabella, the Countess's light dress had also caught some of the spill, and the wine stains were glaring.
“I apologize…” The waiter was trembling, too scared to defend himself.
Nick reached Mirabella, placing his hands on her shoulders to check on her. “Mira, are you okay?”
“I’m fine, just a little wine on my dress,” Mirabella said, shrugging it off.


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