ANNABEL
"Would you like a glass of drink, my lady?" A waiter asked, his head bowed low. I didn't know if it was something I was comfortable with, all this formal s**t.
"Umm yes, a drink will do." I said, looking through the crowd of fancy people in their expensive clothes and fake smiles. He nodded and hurried away.
He was back within a few seconds with some wine in his hands. "Thank you." I said, bringing the glass to my nose. It was wine, it smelled like cranberry—so fresh and so intoxicating. I took a sip and hell, I never thought I'd fall in love with a drink at once. It tasted so divine and I wanted more, way more.
"Is this alcoholic because I want more of this." I said to the waiter and he smiled, pouring me another glass of wine without hesitation.
"No my lady, it's purely non-
