'Should I just let them pour the punch on me and then walk out of here gracefully?' Adele thought. 'Or should I make a run for it now?' Her blue eyes quickly traveled the faces of the crowd, and a sigh left her lips when she realized there was no way out.
Adele was quick to admit defeat, but it couldn't be helped; she was surrounded by reporters and Brianna's hostile family and friends, not to mention the two glaring bridesmaids in front of her with a huge metal punch bowl in their hands.
The raven-haired beauty closed her eyes as she spoke, "If you're going to do it, just do it." However, suddenly, the place got silent for a moment before whispering ensued.
"Put the bowl on the table," Adele heard a smooth, deep voice command, and her eyes shot open.
