Love Fades Like Fireworks
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As soon as the contract reached the company, Ethan wanted to throw a celebration party.
I didn't want to attend, but my colleagues—knowing it was my achievement—messaged me to come.
Ethan texted me to bring wine, the kind that gives a light buzz.
At the celebration, Ethan handed the wine to Sophia.
Sophia took a small sip and her cheeks flushed, “Ethan, I think I'm drunk."
She pretended to stumble, and Ethan anxiously caught her, glaring at me, "Didn't I tell you to buy low-alcohol wine? What are you trying to do with this stuff?"