"You, you must be joking." Scarlett Yates was being watched intently and seriously by him, which brought forth a slightly unnatural expression on her face. She coughed lightly to cover up her embarrassment, reached out to touch her slightly dizzy forehead, and whispered, "I'm a bit hungry, I'll go get something to eat."
She slowly stood up. Just as she steadied herself, she felt a bit dizzy, the ground wobbled a few times, and the people in the hall swayed as well. She stood in place for a few seconds before slowly regaining normalcy.
It seems that although Champagne tastes light and like a beverage, drinking too much still gets one drunk.
"I'll go with you." Seeing that she was a bit drunk, Maxwell Saxon couldn't rest easy letting her go alone, so he stood up to go with her.
Just as he was about to leave, he caught sight of a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye.
