Just a tiny sip.
She tilted the glass.
One sip.
Then another.
Her lips glistened with the stain of wine, her cheeks blooming with instant warmth. "Mmm…" she whispered.
And then—"Oh no."
Her head already felt a little floaty.
Her cheeks were warm. Her heartbeat giggled.
She placed the glass down quickly, like a child caught licking frosting off the cake before the party started.
Act normal, Bella. Act like nothing happened.
Her good angel sat in the corner, hugging her knees with tears in her eyes.
"We're doomed."
Her devil side smirked with sunglasses.
"Worth it."
And just then, Leonardo walked back in, his sharp eyes scanning the table.
Bella straightened up like a guilty student in class.
He didn't say anything immediately. But his eyes narrowed just a little when they passed over the now slightly lower wine level in his glass.
And then…
They landed on her.
Her lips were glossier than before.
Her cheeks? Rosy.
Her pupils? Wide.
