Coupe Glass Pronunciation Novels & Stories

Despite the noisy environment, the two parties gave mixed reviews. The auctioneer quickly stood up to calm the crowd. “Fret not. There’s naturally a meaningful reason for the casino to start with the vintage wine glass as its first auction lot. Hear me out. “The vintage wine glass is also known as the Lumiere Divine Cup. Over the generations, history showed that the owners of the Lumiere Divine Cup had received good luck, and became wealthy, or billionaires. Legends say that the Lumiere Divine Cup could fulfill one’s wishes. Do you know Jake from Silvania?”

I narrowed my eyes at it. “What's that?” “What's what?” I pointed at the drink. “That.” His eyes dropped to the glass before returning to me. “You want to know?” I shrugged. “Nothing. I don't even take wine." I lied.But it was already out, so there was no taking it back. I took the glass from him anyway. “It's Copen,” he said. “Relax. You're safe.” Safe! That word did something annoying to me. My fingers tightened around the glass a little.

(French for ‘Cheers’) She clinked her glass to his and replied with ‘Sláinte’. (Irish for ‘Cheers’) They both took a sip. She couldn’t quite believe that he was standing here in front of her. The wine was like liquid velvet, fragrant, round and smooth. Clearly very expensive.

The return to the Thorne Estate after the suffocating glare of the Grand Horizon Pavilion was like stepping into a sensory deprivation chamber. The Maybach glided through the wrought-iron gates without a sound, the tires humming softly against the wet cobblestones before stopping beneath the heavy stone portico. Throughout the entire forty-minute drive from the financial district, Elias hadn’t spoken a word. The dark, possessive adrenaline that had flared on the terrace had been filed away, replaced once more by the unyielding, corporate mask he wore like armor.