I felt every greedy stare on my skin, swallowed down the nausea flooding my throat, and scrambled to the side to snatch up the shredded remains of the gown and press them against myself, covering what I could.
But the second I managed it, Brent was already striding toward me again.
He grabbed the other edge of the torn fabric.
"Brent!"
I stared him down, my voice a blade.
"You'd destroy me like this over one woman's pathetic act? You'll die ugly for this."
Touch me one more time, and you and that bitch won't even know how you died.
"Oh?"
Brent stopped. His fingers clamped down on my jaw, forcing my face up,
and he studied me with open, mocking amusement.
"Back to playing the big Miss Pruitt, are we? But this is Monterra City."
Gloria strutted forward with her hands on her hips, took one look at the wreck of me, and let out a delicate little laugh behind her palm.
"Sis, even if you call someone, what exactly are they going to do to us? All we did was splash a little water on you. It's the water festival! If people could die from getting splashed at a water festival, would there be any justice left in this world?"
They were certain they hadn't broken any law.