Out of champagne again. Violet sighed as she glanced at her empty flute. If only she had Peter’s sense of mischief, she might have been more than tempted to simply find and...borrow a bottle of it. It seemed like a well planned out party, she was sure it wouldn’t be missed...but alas, she was Violet, not Peter, and so she simply dragged herself from her corner back out onto the floor, carefully dodging her parents and brothers, in order to snag another flute of the only enjoyable part about the night. Turning around with it, she wasn’t prepared for another body to be so close, and in surprise, jerked back, the champagne dropping from her hands and crashing towards the floor. Plastic, the flute itself did not break, but the contents spilled all over the floor and, unfortunately, both parties shoes. Heat flooded Violet’s cheeks immediately, tears even springing to her eyes at the thought of the attention being drawn to them, and this feeling of dread only grew when she glanced up and recognized the woman she’d bumped into.
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