Champagne Problems Novels & Stories

Too many people who seemed to know exactly who we were despite the masks. "Champagne?" A waiter appeared beside us, offering crystal flutes from a silver tray. "No thank you," Liliana said immediately, her arms tightening around mine. “Just one,” I said reaching for a flute despite Liliana's warning squeeze. “We need to blend in, look natural.” “Mikhail, don't..." Her warning came too late. The champagne was absolute perfection. Dom Pérignon 1996. Dry and crisp with notes of green apple and wideflower honey, with just a slight bitter aftertaste that I attributed to the expensive vintage.

“We’re all friends here.” I gave him a playful look and he seemed caught-off-guard, wondering if I was doing a bit. “Friends, right,” he said, confused and disappointed. I sat down and noticed two glasses at our seats. “Thank you for getting champagne,” I said, reaching for the glass. Something seemed weird when I looked closer at the two glasses, and it took my brain to register what I was seeing. One glass of champagne was a different color than the other. My brain went into overdrive, and all I could think was that someone had drugged the glass in front of Dominic.

Teddy suddenly stood up, excusing himself with a mysterious smile. He disappeared into the house for a moment and returned holding a sleek bottle of expensive champagne—Dom Pérignon, its gold label catching the warm light of the dining room chandelier. And Teddy, he looks so powerful and seductive just holding the champagne I licked my lips instantly thinking of what I could do to that body of his but then I immediately shock the wild thoughts from my head. You better think straight Amanda stop being lustful. I thought.

"Yes, he said Miss Anderson sent him to help us because she was worried." "Do you still have at least one of the bottles of that champagne?" She asked. "He took the bottles after the party." She sighed. It was a dead end again. "But I know the brand. I wanted to taste it before serving it so I took a bottle and was about to drink it when he interrupted me." The man said. "What brand?" She asked. "Memoir. It has a gold label with a picture of Germany in the background." The caterer said. Her heart pounded. That was it! Everything fits together. That champagne probably had a mixture of the memory serum. But why would they mix it with it? What was their plan?

Hmmm, I don't think he's trying to poison me, but it doesn't hurt to ask, even though I wouldn't have the means to buy it, it's necessary to know. "Champagne, don't worry, I would never give you poison," he says humorously, "it's noticeable how much your hands are shaking, this will help you relax." It can't be, I thought I was being discreet, but no, I'm a complete idiot. I nodded and took a sip, leaving half in the glass. Yes, this can relax me, but I could also get drunk, and it's not a good idea to attend a wedding drunk. Alright, it's time to switch to water. No! But this is delicious, hmm... I'm savoring how good it tastes in my mouth.

he stated. A bet? I was interested, especially if it meant we would get some extra funds for tonight. Everyone dispersed and found their dates for the event and Richard returned to me with a glass. “Champagne?” he said, handing it to me. “Thank you, yes,” I took a sip and I hated it. I don’t know why people drink this shit. It was like licking the inside of a balloon. He was sipping it as if it was some Jack Daniels. It was not.

A hope. Evelyn clapped her hands together, the sound sharp and decisive. "Right! Tea is inadequate. We need champagne! Well, I need champagne. Sophie, darling, Marguerite makes a spectacular alcohol-free sparkling elderflower concoction. You’ll adore it." She moved towards a discreet intercom panel hidden behind a giant monster leaf. "Marguerite? The ’09 Dom Pérignon. Immediately. And the special elderflower for Sophie. We are celebrating a seismic event!" As she spoke into the intercom, Damian drew me closer. He slid his arm fully around my waist, his large hand settling possessively over my lower belly.

Her head pops up, her hair wild in front of her face. "Hmm..." Her drunken grin widens. "Thirty thousand just doesn't have a good ring to it." "You're right." I swivel my head to the promoter, his eyes widening when he realizes we mean to spend more. "What's the most expensive bottle of champagne The Pink Rabbit sells?" "T-that would be our bottles of Dom Pérignon. They each run a cost of ten thousand. Shall I bring the owner to show you the—" "Nonsense," I interrupt him. "We want one—actually, make that two. We'd both like to pop our own bottle, wouldn't we?"

I greeted with a warm smile, she gave me a total run down check with her eyes, “I'm thirsty I'm here to get water” I muttered respectfully raising the Can of water in my hand. She walked fully into the kitchen, and grabbed a bottle of Dom Perignon Champagne from the wine cellar, “Do you know what wine is this?” She asked as she poured herself a glass “Hmmm” I mumbled “It's De Mayor’s Champagne” She paused and stared at me, “How did you know it, are you familiar with wines you don't look expensive” “Well my uncle owned the wine company”

Three days later… “Champagne or wine?” the waiter asks us. I contemplate the options, taking a while to choose one. Wine or Champagne? The wine tastes very good. Champagne is also very good. Which one I choose? “We will choose white wine.” Edrien responds, tired of waiting for my decision or dealing with my indecision. I smile at him and nod. It will be wine this time. The waiter takes down the request and immediately disappears. Deep breath.