Felicity
The room was slightly spinning for Felicity by the time most of the guests had arrived. A bottle and a half of wine filled her stomach and not much else. She had picked at the appetizers, but they barely soaked up the alcohol.
"Felicity. Let me get you a plate of food," said Christie as she pried the half-empty bottle of pinot out of Felicity's hand.
"No. I don't want food. I want more wine."
"You need food. You can't let your dad see you like this."
"Let him. I don't care."
"Yes, you do. Stop that. What your dad thinks of you is the most important thing to you. It always has been."
"Maybe it's time to change that. I have a secret."
"You do?" Christie swiped the hair out of Felicity's eyes and tucked it behind her ears. Felicity's face was flushed red, and her eyes glossed
