“Are you honestly going with that?” I asked.

“You brought an open bottle of wine to my dress bag for a prank?”

My fingers found my left collarbone and pressed into the skin.

“Honey, you know how stressed you’ve been,” Vanessa said.

“We wanted to lighten the mood.

You’re acting completely crazy right now.”

Thomas Gable stood beside me in his dark wool suit.

“Shall I contact local law enforcement regarding the attempted property damage, Miss Reynolds?” he asked.