One lace bralette destroyed my reputation. The Championship Ice Hockey Game. Sebastian’s team won. During the post-game interview on the ice, he unzipped his gear bag to grab a towel. A lace bralette fell out. The crowd gasped. Olivia shrieked: “Natalie! Isn’t that yours?” Sebastian’s face flushed red as he stared at me. “Natalie, I just wanted to keep you close to me. I carried it with me. I didn’t mean for anyone to find out.” I tried to explain it wasn’t mine, but no one listened. I became the slut on everyone’s lips. Sebastian’s words—”We couldn’t help ourselves. Things got physical between us.”—sent me straight to hell. Lady Catherine declared I’d “corrupted the student body” and brought “shame to elite society.” My family—drowning in humiliation—sent me to a brutal reform school in the middle of nowhere, where I was abused until I died. When they wrapped my body in a tarp and dumped it behind the facility, Olivia’s wedding procession was rolling up to Sebastian’s estate gates. On the seventh day after my death, Sebastian burned that bralette at my memorial. “Natalie, the bralette thing—that was my bad. But when it happened, I panicked. I needed a scapegoat. Guess you just had shitty luck.” When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the Ice Hockey Game. …… I stared at Sebastian on the ice. In fifteen minutes, the game would end. That peach-pink bralette would fall out. The nightmare from my past life would replay. Mia, my life assistant, looked at me with concern. “Miss, are you okay?” Olivia, sitting beside me, glanced over too. “Natalie, you look pale. What’s wrong?” I stood, pulling Mia with me. “I don’t feel well. Need to use the restroom. Excuse me, Olivia.” I dragged Mia to a private corner and whispered instructions. Her face turned serious. She nodded and took off immediately. When I returned to the VIP box, I watched as the final buzzer sounded. Sebastian’s team won. Cameras swarmed him for the interview. He unzipped his gear bag to grab a towel. A flimsy peach-pink bralette fell out onto the ice. Under everyone’s eyes, it dropped onto the ice. That bright splash of pink sparked a wave of gasps from the stands. “Oh my God, did a bralette just fall out of Sebastian’s bag?” “I thought Sebastian was supposed to be Mr. Perfect. How does he have girls’ underwear on him?” “Guess the golden boy’s not so innocent after all. Bet some random hookup gave it to him.” Sebastian hadn’t expected the bralette to fall out in public. His face cycled between pale and red as he stood frozen on the ice, clutching the bralette he’d picked up. Olivia gasped in mock disbelief. “Natalie! Isn’t that your bralette?” Her shriek made everyone turn to stare at me. The second Olivia screamed, she covered her mouth like she’d made a mistake, looking at me apologetically. I said nothing. Sebastian’s eyes found mine, soft and pleading. His face flushed as he stammered: “Natalie, I just wanted to feel close to you. That’s why I kept it. I didn’t mean for people to know.” Then he turned to the crowd, rushing to explain. “We just—we couldn’t help ourselves. Things got physical between us.” Just like in my past life. One sentence. And I was nailed to the cross. Everyone’s eyes shifted, full of implications. The heiress to the Hale family. Her lingerie in a boy’s bag. The meaning was obvious. Whispers spread like wildfire: “Holy shit. Who knew the Hale heiress was such a slut?”
“You really can’t judge a book by its cover. Even Lady Catherine praised her as ‘the jewel of the state.’ Turns out she’s just another whore.” That peach-pink color burned my eyes. The filth poured over me, just like last time. I steadied myself and looked at Sebastian. I laughed. “Sebastian, you can stuff your face, but you can’t run your mouth. Whose lingerie are you holding? And why are you pinning it on me?” “You and I have spoken maybe ten sentences total. Where’s this ‘couldn’t help ourselves’ coming from?” “Besides, my family doesn’t play. When I step out, I’m got assistants, security, the whole entourage. When exactly would I have had the chance to be alone with you, let alone get ‘physical’?” “You’re the heir to the Ashford family, Sebastian, but my family isn’t nobody. You don’t get to trash our name and think we’ll just take it.” My words landed. People started thinking. Yeah. Who was the Hale family? Old money. Top-tier elite. Untouchable. A family that powerful had standards—iron-clad rules. There’s no way the Hale heiress would pull something like this. Sebastian’s face darkened. He gripped the bralette tighter. Olivia piped up beside me, playing the loyal best friend. “But Natalie, haven’t you always had a thing for Sebastian?” “At the Poetry Society Gala, you called him ‘brilliant.’ Everyone knows you’re into him.” “And that fabric—it’s custom designer. Only you have it.” Her words dripped with insinuation. If only I had that fabric, the bralette had to be mine. I smiled lightly. “You’re right, Olivia. But you said you loved the color. So for your birthday, I custom-made you a bralette from the same fabric. Remember?” “I’m not the only one in this city with that material. You have one too.” Olivia’s face went white. Her voice sharpened. “Natalie, what are you saying? A lady’s reputation isn’t something you can just throw around. You’re basically accusing me of hooking up with Sebastian.” “Sebastian and I don’t even know each other. How could it be mine?” I stepped closer. “Exactly. A lady’s reputation is everything. But you didn’t even look before screaming that it was mine.” “People who know you might say you’re just impulsive. People who don’t? They’ll think you and Sebastian have something going on and you’re trying to destroy me.” Olivia’s tears fell. “Natalie, I know I’m just an orphan. The board only let me into this school out of pity for my late father. Everyone knows my family’s broke. That bralette you gave me—the fabric was so expensive, I never even wore it. How could it end up with some guy?” A girl from the stands couldn’t hold back. “Natalie, you’re being cruel. Olivia’s your best friend and you’re twisting this on her?” I looked at her. “I’m being cruel? If she said that bralette was yours, would you smile and take it?” The girl went quiet, then snapped, “But Olivia said that fabric was custom for you. If it’s not yours, whose is it?” I scanned the crowd’s suspicious stares and smiled. “I used that fabric to make a dress. With the leftover material, I made two bralettes. I gave one to Olivia. The other one’s at my house.” “The one Sebastian’s holding? Definitely not the one at my place. I can prove it. Can you, Olivia?” Olivia paled. She couldn’t speak. Sebastian rushed to smooth things over. “Okay, Natalie, I know this is my fault. I shouldn’t have carried this around. I’m sorry.”
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