“Shh, baby. I’ve got you. I’ve got you,” Maya whispered, smoothing Lily’s wet hair.
She stood up in the pool, the water dripping from her skirt. She looked like a shipwreck survivor, bedraggled and soaking. But when she raised her head, her eyes were burning with a cold, blue fire.
She looked at Vanessa, who was still dabbing at her dress. She looked at Catherine, who was rolling her eyes at the “drama.” She looked at James, who looked embarrassed by the scene.
“You touched her,” Maya said. Her voice wasn’t loud, but in the dead silence of the ballroom, it carried to every corner.
“She ruined my night!” Vanessa yelled back. “Someone get a towel for my dress! And get that wet rat out of the pool!”
