Candice tried to maintain her composure, but the sudden rush of memories attacking her brain caused her to momentarily lose focus... Her eyes glazed over, her cheeks flushed, and she felt like she was dying and being reborn at the same time.
Damn brain, where did you go!?
"Well, well... it's better not to drink," she stammered.
Charlie didn't call her out, and obediently placed his wine glass down. "Okay, no drinking, no drinking, I'll listen to you."
His soft "I'll listen to you" felt like an electric hook gently tugging at her heartstrings.
Candice's expression briefly became dazed, her face blushing like she'd applied rouge.
Charlie noticed her odd behavior. "Miss Hale didn't drink, so why do you look like you're drunk? Your face is so red. Are you coming down with a cold or fever
