Alex wished the ground would open up and swallow her whole.
She had barely stepped toward the door when her elbow bumped into a passing server, sending a tray crashing to the floor.
She winced as glasses shattered across the marble.
Silence fell.
Every pair of eyes in the room zeroed in on her, including the ones she dreaded.
"You!" They both exclaimed simultaneously.
Alex sighed, her eyes drifting longingly to the closed door. So close. She had almost made it out.
Biting her lip, she dropped to her knees, helping the startled server gather the broken pieces. "I'm sorry." She whispered, then stood and gave the room a polite nod. "Apologies for the disturbance. Please, carry on."
She turned to make a run for it, but Sierra's sharp voice stopped her dead.
"Alexandra Thompson," Sierra said the name like it was an insult. Then she turned to Derek, her tone laced with venom. "Was the budget so low you had to hire a low-class event planner?"
