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I scratch my arm a little more, and as I lean in to inspect his plate versus mine, I see it.
Yellow powder that looks like it was sprinkled on my food. She was quick, but not very neat about it. I never once thought to actually inspect my plate before eating.
I glance across the room, and my eyes meet Amelia’s. She’s watching us intently…as if she’s waiting for my reaction.
She must’ve done it when Spencer went to get us fresh drinks.
I look at Spencer, who isn’t having a reaction at all. “I think Amelia might’ve put ground mustard on my food.”
“Shit. The powder is stronger than actual mustard.” His eyes widen as he studies me. “Your face looks like it’s starting to swell.”
If my face is swelling, it’s a severe reaction. It also means I don’t have time to wait for Benadryl to kick in. “I don’t have an EpiPen with me.”
“I can drive you over to the bungalow. I’m right out front.”
I nod, and we bolt out of the room. He races through the parking lot and down the street, and we’re back at my place thirty seconds later. I rush inside and grab my EpiPen from the cabinet, and I stab it into my leg.
Spencer stays right beside me, and if anyone can understand what I’m going through, it’s him.
I take some Benadryl, too, just to ensure I won’t have any further symptoms, further ensuring my night is as good as over.
Between the stress of the event and now this allergic reaction, I feel physically exhausted.
And then, to make matters even worse, I start to cry.
I’m going to miss the end of my event, and all because of my stupid sister.
I fucking hate her.
“I can’t go back,” I cry to Spencer. “But you can. Will you make sure Nana knows what happened?”
He nods resolutely, but he won’t leave my side until I convince him that he can’t let her win.
And then I’m left alone in my bungalow while my event continues on…without me.
Chapter 47: Spencer Nash
Watch Me
Two and a Half Months After the Wedding
Grace is adamant that she’s fine. She asks me to get back over to the event to make sure Amelia isn’t finding more ways to ruin it.
Who the hell does Amelia think she is? She essentially poisoned Grace, and knowing her, she will show exactly zero remorse for it.
And when I walk back into the barn, my fears are confirmed.
She’s up on the stage, microphone in hand, in the middle of the speech Grace had planned to give toward the end of the evening.
Her eyes find me when I walk in, but she doesn’t flinch.
“So once again, thank you for supporting my vineyard and the amazing cause we chose for tonight’s event. Thank you for showing your support to the entire Newlywed team. We look forward to hosting you here again, and those auction items are only open another half hour, so be sure to head over with a generous spirit and grab that item you’ve been hoping for all night! Thank you!”
My vineyard? We chose?
She didn’t have anything to do with the planning for tonight’s event, and she’s clearly taking credit. And that’s when I spot the camera toward the front of the stage. It’s the media here to report on tonight’s charity event, and it’ll show Amelia taking credit for Grace’s hard work.
It’s evidently why she figured out a way to get rid of her sister.
