Her dress was ruined. It hadn't cost much, and it was hardly as if she didn't enjoy buying new clothes, but still. Was it that hard not to get blood everywhere? Seemed to Mallory that Seth never spilled a drop of vodka, but when it came to the red stuff he became a dribbling child. She never could stand messy eaters.
"Calm down," she told her reflection. She knew this was just one of those moments that transpired in a relationship, where every single thing her husband did, and the way that he did it, felt like it was done with the sole purpose of driving her crazy.
