After a bottle of Bordeaux, her cheeks were flushed with a rosy tint, her eyes shimmering with seductive waves, making her irresistibly enticing.
Groggily, she glanced at her phone, which showed it was already eleven forty, just the time when classes let out in the morning.
She dialed Amelia Clarke's number.
At this moment, Amelia Clarke was hurrying toward the entrance of Bordine University, where Mr. Clark was already waiting for her.
The ring of her phone suddenly broke the silence.
She kept walking, pulled out her phone, and was surprised to see that it was Viola Harris calling.
A thrill of joy struck her, and she quickly pressed the answer button.
"Viola!" her voice revealed her surprise, "Where have you been all morning? You didn't come back to attend class, nor did you ask for a leave. The professor even asked about you, but I covered for you..."
"Amelia." Viola Harris interrupted her, her voice hazy with the buzz of alcohol, "I'm sorry..."
