Joyce was surprised. "Who is it?"
The waiter had a good memory. "It's a guest at table nine."
She pointed in Carl's direction.
But there was nobody in the seat.
Joyce didn't expect that all the guests at the last table were heavy drinkers. Without her and the other bridesmaid, the newly-wedded couple would have been drunk and insensible now.
After a moment, she felt dizzy and drunk.
The wine went straight to my head, so she went to the bathroom to sober herself up by washing her face.
Unexpectedly, she was pulled away by someone and bumped into a strong chest upon reaching the corner of the corridor.
It made her dizzier.
"Who... who are you?" She was too drunk to recognize who it was.
"How much did you drink?" Carl stared at her in a sulk.
Relieved at his familiar voice, Joyce c
