You knew her. Everyone did. The bitch in red, known for breaking hearts. She was loved and hated by many. Currently, she was apologizing to you.

At a more than crowded house party, getting pushed by some drunk idiot, her cup of red wine spilled completely onto your mostly white outfit. Perfect.

"Shit, I'm so sorry." She repeated for about the third time now, grabbing some napkins to try and blot away the giant wine stain.