He seemed poised to intervene until a subtle glance from Mark halted him.

Cecilia set down the goblet and reached for a bottle of strong alcoholic drinks.

A stunning 20-carat ruby shimmered on her finger as she poured a generous amount into a glass.

Elaine remarked with a hint of mockery, “Miss Fowler, quite the direct approach. Planning to down three glasses on Mr. Evans's behalf?"

Cecilia scanned the room, replying with a soft chuckle, “Who mentioned I'd be the one drinking?

Mark doesn't indulge. I noticed some folks stepping in for him earlier. So, the person who took his place will drink what I pour.

Elaine's confidence wavered.

She'd been the one drinking for Mark, trying to impress.

Although Mark had seen her, he hadn't intervened.

Tension filled the room.

The man accompanying Elaine tried to mediate.

"Miss Fowler, please—"

But Cecilia countered, “Wasn't this her idea?"

She glanced around the room, smiling, "Or does anyone want to see me finish these three glasses?"

No one dared challenge Cecilia, leaving Elaine cornered.

The man turned to Elaine, trying to keep his composure.

"Elaine, you acted without thinking. It's your turn to drink up for Mr. Evans."

Eyes teary, Elaine protested, "Why should I?"

Cecilia set the glass down, asserting, "Because I am a Fowler."

Without another word, she exited, the remnants of the drink swaying in the glass.