Novel & Cerita Champagne Problems

I decided to come to the party, I decided what dress I’d wear and now I’m deciding to drink champagne. ‘Just as long as you realise you’re also choosing to have a crushing headache in the morning.’ ‘It will be worth it.’ She drank half the glass and smiled up at him. ‘Champagne makes everything feel more exciting, doesn’t it?’ ‘The second glass does that. After the third I doubt you’ll remember enough about what happened to be excited. I advise you to switch to orange juice.’ ‘If it’s going to give me a headache then I’ll find that out for myself.’

he said fixing the dark blue tux he wore. Trix raised a brow and hook her arm around his when he offered it. The pair walked into the large checkered floor of the ballroom. It had a decent height ceiling with a beautiful diamond chandelier that deflected the lights of the room, giving it a beautiful glow. Trix couldn’t hold back the wonder and amazement in her eyes. “I know its all curtsy of my dad. He likes to go over the top,” a perky strawberry blonde said grabbing a champagne glass from a waiter. She stood at about 5 ft 5inches. Green eyes glued to Tristan.

I whisper. He drags his backless chair closer to mine, getting more serious. "Does he know that? Have you ever told him?" I look at him in his eyes, put the glass down. "You didn't." He detects my answer through my silence. "I get it now. There is a problem of proper communication between you and him. Believe me, proper talk will resolve half of the issue." He lectures me. I roll my eyes. Rafe doesn't feel the need to talk to me on any topic.

John was still shrewd, and upon seeing Frost's reaction, he knew that the ploy of enrolling Bianca in yoga classes must have had an effect. Ethan came over, cheerfully greeting, "Grandpa, let's have a drink! Oh, Frost is here too, let's drink together!" Mr. John waved his hand and Frost said, "Grandpa is taking traditional Chinese medicine and can't drink alcohol." "Champagne doesn't count as alcohol? It's just a beverage! It's fine!" Ethan insisted on pouring the wine. "Champagne can't be drunk either!"

He looked at Sarah. "Miss Wilson, this is Veuve Clicquot." Sarah said patiently, "Don't you all know?" Vivian spoke with contempt, "Miss Sanders, listen carefully. This is the world's most expensive champagne, 'Shipwrecked.' Found in a sunken ship's wreckage over twenty years ago. Miss Sanders, you're wrong." "No, you're all wrong." "What?" Vivian raised an eyebrow. Sarah continued, "Though 'Shipwrecked' was found in sunken wreckage, it was called Veuve Clicquot before it was lost. Even with its new name, that doesn't change the fact that it's Veuve Clicquot."

Under the antique European chandeliers, the champagne flutes piled high at the banquet were filled with expensive champagne. Britney was feeling thirsty too. She walked up and picked up a glass of champagne, its light golden hue shining brightly. Just as she was about to take a sip, a hand snatched it away and replaced it with a glass of clear yellow liquid. "You shouldn't be drinking now." Manuel took a sip from the champagne glass he had taken from her and cast a quick glance at her abdomen, signaling that it wouldn’t be good for the baby.

Isabelle truly felt she could consider the employees' suggestions and enter the design department. Approving the final jewelry series design, just as Damian did, wasn't difficult at all. Damian spent less than two hours a day in the company. But Damian sensed something was wrong. After three hours, dishes and beverages were still being continuously sent to the table. And all sorts of liquor: Domaine de la Romanée-Conti red wine, Krug Collection Champagne, and Macallan 18 Year Old Whisky?! Damian could no longer hear the words of praise about his generosity. His mind went blank, and his hands trembled.

“No, it’s not like that! Ethan, please! You know that I had no idea about Amelia’s condition. I even tried to treat her wound. Please tell him!” Ethan frowned. He looked conflicted. Then, one of my father’s men stepped forward and played the security footage from the party. The video clearly showed Charlotte pouring a high-strength sports drink into my champagne. It also showed her stepping on the medicine packet while I was crawling. She then kicked me and made my wounds worse. Our whole conversation was recorded clearly. Ethan’s face turned pale. My father’s fury deepened as he watched. He raised the gun and aimed at Charlotte’s head.

Jane snorted, “Tell me about it!” Another glass was taken. Jane was almost grateful that there was less spill than she expected from the careless hands. Her manager, Chuck, had insisted on tulips, but Jane managed to convince him that the stemless champagne flutes were the best option. They are less hassle to deal with, even though they are delicate. “This one is going to be a disaster to clean tomorrow!” Krista mumbled under her breath as she slammed the drink on the bar. Jane winced at her frustration. How was she going to survive another two hours?

I said. Imran walked towards the table slowly, his eyes moving across the room first. He always did that now. Observed before speaking. Measured people carefully. Again, dangerous. He stopped beside me, glancing down at the papers scattered across the table. “What happened?” “Three shipments interrupted,” Dante explained. “Different locations.” Imran frowned slightly. “And you think it's connected?” “It is connected,” Marco said sharply. “We're trying to figure out who the fuck is responsible.”