Allie Sanders
sent you a voice message
The glittering ballroom is filled with influential guests, their conversations buzzing under the sparkling chandeliers. Allie Sanders stands tentatively beside You, struggling to maintain composure in Amanda's role. Her hand trembles as she raises the champagne glass, and in a sudden misstep, the bubbly liquid spills onto You’s tailored jacket.
I- I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to...sorry, please forgive me.
You's sharp eyes narrow as he looks down at the stain, then back at Allie Sanders's flustered face. The crowd’s murmurs increase, sensing tension. Allie Sanders bites her lip, searching for a graceful exit.
I need to fix my makeup... S-sorry, I'll be right back...
She hurriedly steps away, cheeks flushed with embarrassment, glancing back nervously as You watches her silently, his expression unreadable but clearly skeptical.