Cherish Turner felt sad and drank up the wine in her glass. Maybe it was the stimulation of alcohol, making her mouth feel hot and spicy. She was about to open her mouth, "I …"
"Ah, it's so hot." Grace Harper returned from dancing, her face flushed, interrupting the conversation.
All night, Cherish sat alone, drinking. She suddenly remembered what William Griffith had said - when it was really unbearable, she should learn to smile and refuse. Yes, she couldn't take it anymore; she couldn't stand him being with another woman. She drank until everything went dark, not wanting to think anymore.
"Buzz~" Someone's phone was vibrating and spinning on the coffee table.
Hailey had also drunk a lot. She answered the phone, her voice blurred, "Hmm? Second Brother, you're back. We're drinking...me, Sister Grace, and my sister-in-law...we're at..."
