He held out the folded cloth napkin so I could dry my dripping face.

Vanessa stepped forward at once.

She smoothed her wet skirt again and left a faint muddy handprint on her spotless white silk dress.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Vanessa asked.

Leo looked up at her, frightened.

He wiped his free hand on his black apron again.

“She’s freezing.

I only wanted to help her up.”