The atmosphere froze in an awkward silence.
Leyla’s hand hovered in midair. Rebecca and Matthew both turned to look at Adrian.
Adrian realized his words were too harsh. His eyes flickered, and he softened his tone and expression. "You can’t handle alcohol. Don’t drink."
Leyla seemed surprised he remembered this. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she lowered her glass.
Rebecca watched their interaction and scoffed. "Miss Leyla, since you can’t drink, don’t force yourself. I won’t be responsible if something happens." She lifted her own glass and drained it.
Adrian frowned as Rebecca reached to pour herself another drink. "Rebecca, you shouldn’t drink anymore either. You’ve had enough."
The alcohol had loosened Rebecca’s inhibitions, and the resentment she’d been suppressing surged upwar
