Chapter 470
Chapter 470:
She took the second step. Swing. Thump.
A few guests at the bottom looked up. One of them, a cousin who hated Sienna, stifled a giggle.
Sienna was sweating. Her makeup was starting to run. The dress was crushing her diaphragm.
“Liam!” she hissed. “Help me p>
Liam sighed. He wheeled himself to the bottom of the stairs, then realized he couldn’t go up.
Beatrice rushed up the stairs. “Take my arm, darling.” Beatrice grabbed Sienna’s arm and pulled.
It was a mistake.
Beatrice pulled too fast. Sienna tried to take a larger step to keep her balance.
The laws of physics intervened. The fabric had zero tensile strength.
The sound was loud. It echoed in the cavernous hall like a gunshot.
The back seam of the dress, strained beyond its limit, gave way. It split from her lower back all the way down to her thighs. The tension released instantly around her hips, but the mermaid tail at the bottom remained intact, binding her ankles together.
“Oh my god,” the cousin gasped.
Sienna’s Spanx—industrial-strength, beige, and very visible—were exposed to the world. And to the livestream camera tripod set up at the bottom of the stairs.
Sienna froze. Her face went from red to white.
She tried to reach back to cover herself, but the stiff sleeves kept her arms from reaching that far. In her panic, she tried to run back up the stairs.
She forgot about her bound ankles.
She tripped on the hem of the brocade.
She fell forward.
Because the dress was so stiff and her legs were tied together at the bottom, she didn’t crumple. She fell like a tree.
SLAM.
She hit the carpeted stairs face-first. She began to slide down, headfirst, unable to get her knees under her to stop.
She slid past Beatrice. She slid past the railing.
𝗧𝘩𝗂ѕ 𝘴𝗍o𝗋𝘆 𝖻𝘦loոg𝘴 𝘁o 𝗯e𝗅𝗇o𝗏е𝗹s.𝗰𝗼𝗺
She came to a stop at the feet of the waiter, looking like a toppled wedding cake.
The livestream comments went wild.
“Did she just split in half p>
“PENGUIN DOWN p>
“Screen recording this immediately p>
Sienna lay there, face in the carpet, her exposed backside facing the ceiling.
She let out a scream. It wasn’t a scream of pain. It was the high-pitched, glass-shattering sound of a narcissist whose reality had just broken.
Sienna scrambled to her feet—or tried to. The young maid who had been holding a tray of champagne rushed forward to help.
“Ms. Quinn! Are you okay?” the maid asked, reaching for her arm.
“Don’t touch me!” Sienna shrieked.
She flailed her arm and struck the maid’s hand.
The maid stumbled back. Her heel caught on the train of Sienna’s ripped dress.
The maid fell.
She fell directly into the three-tiered wedding cake displayed on a table near the stairs.
The cake—a monstrosity of fondant and sugar flowers—wobbled. Then, in slow motion, it tipped.
It crashed down on top of Sienna and the maid.
Message from Noa: Today we have a new novel release dear readers. God loves you and Noa wishes you all the best. ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ – ˵ ) ✧