MARIA POV
Outstretched, in my hand I was holding the glass towards him with the whitish substance inside the drink. I was awaiting a response, and my heart raced from anticipation. Every fiber of my body was attached to the success of this critical moment.
But then, to the surprise and utter shock of it all, Philip's expression suddenly changed. His eyes slightly narrowed to decline the offer, with hesitation written all over him.
"What's wrong, Philip?" I asked, trying to mask this growing unease in me; my voice sounded full of mock concern and interest.
"I don't feel like taking any drink," Philip replied, his tone very firm yet polite, leaving no room for debate or persuasion.
"Could it be that he suspects something?" I wondered, my mind racing with possibilities.
"Perhaps he thi
