She picked up the egg tart and took a few bites. Ah, it felt so comforting. Carefully, she scooped up the cake, and in no time, both pieces were gone.
She drank the champagne and orange juice.
This was her cocktail.
Taylor was satisfied with her drink selection.
Her mother had told her not to drink, but children her age were naturally curious and rebellious, always expressing their resistance through small tricks.
There was still a piece of pudding on the plate.
But she couldn't pick it up. How was she going to eat it?
Taylor thought for a moment,
Finally, she simply leaned over the plate.
When she looked up, she saw a tall figure standing before her, startling Taylor. The way she was now, eating in such an unladylike manner, would surely ruin her image if it got out.
She noticed the man in front of her smiling at her.
