Lance's hold on his fork tightened, and a shadow seemed to creep into his expression.

Elora tried to engage him in conversation a couple of times, but to no avail. Watching Bettie become the center of attention, she had to stifle her rising irritation.

Then, an idea struck her. She signaled Arielle, pointing discreetly at the wine bottle.

Catching the hint, Arielle filled up two glasses with wine, holding one out to Bettie. "Bettie, it means a lot to see you here. Let's raise a glass in your honor.”

Accepting the glass, Bettie paused briefly, then downed it in one go.

“Bettie, I also want to toast to you."

‘*Bettie, I would like to make a toast to you.”

As more toasts came her way, Bettie felt compelled to drink.

Downing one glass after the next, her cheeks soon sported a rosy hue and her gaze became foggy.

“That's enough with the toast. She already had plenty." Sabrina stopped the glass with her hand before Arielle could reach it.

Arielle said, "It's a party, let's Let loose. What's the big deal?"

Sabrina had already picked up on Arielle being egged on by Elora to ply Bettie with drinks. Thankfully, Bettie had the foresight to bring Sabrina along.

“why don't you start the party with yourself?" Sabrina retorted coolly.

As time passed, the meal was nearly done.

Most of them had almost finished eating. Some stepped out to take calls, others for a smoke, leaving the table looking empty.

Bettie stood up and suddenly swayed, almost falling. restroom.”

‘m going to the

“I'LL go with you," Sabrina said.

“No need, I've got it," Bettie responded, letting out a hiccup, and staggered off to the restroom.

Lance, facing away from the bathroom door, was gazing out the window.