Maia
I selected a bottle of wine at random, picking one with a nice etiquette and a golden cage around the cork. I fumbled opening it, acutely aware that Penelope was watching my every move. After an awkward struggle, I poured us each a glass, the dark red wine trailing down the sides of the golden goblets.
“There you go.” I handed Penelope her chalice, our fingers briefly brushing against each other. I quickly sat down, desperately pretending I hadn’t noticed the little spark jumping across.
She smiled knowingly. “Thank you. To our health?”
“To our health,” I returned the toast, clinking my cup against hers before taking my first sip. A sour taste coated my tongue and despite its velvety feel, the wine’s flavour didn’t match the mouth feel.
Penelope almost managed to hide her dislike
