Chapter 200

Summer's POV Without hesitation, I stepped forward and delivered a stinging slap across Isabelle's perfect face. The crack of skin against skin echoed in the silent room. "My name is Summer," I stated clearly, my voice carrying to every corner of the ballroom. "Luna Summer Blackwood. I have never been a mistress or a home-wrecker. I was Alex's mate and Luna before you ever entered the picture, and I remain so now." Isabelle's hand flew to her reddening cheek, shock evident in her wide eyes. I wasn't finished. Picking up a glass of champagne from a nearby table, I calmly poured it over her elaborately styled hair, watching with satisfaction as the liquid dripped down her face and onto her designer gown. "Consider us even," I said pleasantly, before reaching into my clutch and withdrawing a checkbook. I quickly wrote out an amount and tore the check free, holding it out to her. "This should cover the dry cleaning and any... inconvenience this has caused you." Isabelle stared at the check