Christine's P.O.V.
I wasn't used to alcohol, but this drink tasted oddly sweet, and I couldn't help but finish it. Just as Darius was reaching to take my empty glass, Serena appeared out of nowhere, clearly tipsy and riding high on the success we had just had in Paris.
"Christine! My darling, Christine!" she cried out, her arms opening wide before pulling me into a warm hug.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Delaney glaring at us from across the room, her expression cold and bitter. It clearly annoyed her to see Serena embracing me when she had spent the whole night following her around like a loyal lapdog. I couldn't resist. I shot her a wink and a smug little smile.
"Come! I need to talk to you!" Serena said, grabbing my hand.
I turned toward Darius, but he looked nervous and tried to follow us. Serena shut that down fast.
"I said I wanted to talk to her, not both of you! Show some respect!"
"Serena, I promised I'd take Christine back to her room after one drink," Darius r
