As Nattie pulled the girls towards the bar, determined to lighten the mood, she posed a question, hoping to distract them from the recent drama.
"What would you like to drink?" she asked, her voice infused with cheerfulness.
Zelia, still feeling tense, replied, "I'm fine with water," her tone reflecting her lingering discomfort.
Sandra, on the other hand, expressed her desire for a glass of wine, her frustration evident. "I could definitely use a glass of wine after all that," she stated, her annoyance palpable. "I can't believe I had to meet that asshole of a father here today when we were supposed to be having fun. No offense."
Zelia reached out, offering comfort to her friend. "None taken," she reassured Sandra, her touch conveying her own emotional turmoil.
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