Grace Ziegler was still offering excuses. Daniel Marshall's resentment deepened, and in his profound gaze, a scarlet wrath was seething.
"Why on earth would I have had someone notify you to try on a wedding dress? Who do you think you are, Grace Ziegler?"
"..."
"If only you had been a bit vigilant, or called me to confirm, we wouldn't be in this mess, but you didn't!"
"..."
"You're not stupid, you're malicious!"
"..."
"Don't think that my pity gives you free rein. In my eyes, you are not even deserving of shining my wife's shoes."
Grace kept her head down, silent, crying incessantly.
Even though her legs were numb from kneeling, she dared not move an inch.
She knew Chief Daniel Marshall was truly livid, fervently wishing he could squeeze the life out of her at that moment.
She knew that she had caused an irreparable disaster, yet she felt no remorse; today would decide her victory or loss.