Chapter Fifty One

With her foot tapping the floor as a means of distraction and the only thing keeping her company, Agatha stares around her, sighing for the nth time now. How many times has she watched waiters passing by her with trays of Champagne, some even offering to her but she had to decline, knowing that she had reached her limit, and is actually starting to feel a little tipsy.

Just a little.

Licking her lips, she watches as another waiter passes by her, before she clicks her tongue and makes up her mind.

"Fuck it." She mutters before grabbing one from the waiter and taking the smallest of sips.

It won't hurt if I drink drop by drop...right?

Foolish girl. Drop by drop or not, that doesn't change the quantity of alcohol in your system.

And as she sips from her glass, she scans the whole crowd yet again, releasing another sigh.

Wow. Never have I ever been a loner at a party. I own parties with my presence but look at me today. All because of Gustav's dirty little show.

"Fuck my luck." She mutter