Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Thirty-Four.

Anastasia's POV.

Another shot settles down my throat, and I close my eyes once again, tightly shut. This sensation, I mean it, isn't getting better with each shot I take. It only continues to burn my inside.

My stomach feels so warm now, and just a few minutes ago, Olivia stops me from drinking more. She said something that I can't really recall, but of like, "don't drink anymore, or you would have a really bad stomachache."

I didn't listen to her, though, and now, I feel really uncomfortable. I wish I was indoor, and I could take off my clothes. It's as though there's a heater turned on here.

"Thanks," I say to Gregor, as he goes to get me a bottle of cold water. He said it'll help with my dizziness. Dizziness? I don't feel dizzy, but I don't have the urge to argue with him.

By the way, he's still standing at the other side of the booth, watching me with calculating eyes. Olivia, on the other hand, has left few minutes ago to check if the ballroom isn't as cro