Still furious, I gestured to the waiter before he left. “Wait. I’ll take the whole tray. And please bring me more.”
He hesitated at first and his shock was evident, but then he nodded. “Of course, Miss.”
I finished the first tray in minutes, the wine barely dulling the ache in my chest.
“I’ll be happy,” I muttered to myself, my voice growing louder with each word. “After I get married, I’ll forget Lewis.”
I thought I was only thinking about it, but the words spilled out, my voice carrying into the night.
Before I could yell further, a man appeared, quickly covering my mouth.
“Don’t shout. You’ll become the center of attention,” he said, his tone firm.
I pushed his hand away, glaring at him. “It’s my life. You have no right to interfere.”
“Well,” he replied, his voice calm but teasing, “your life is my life too.”
I scoffed. “What nonsense are you talking about?”
Just then, the waiter returned with another tray of wine. Before I could grab a glass, the man stopped me.
“Take it back. This lady is already very drunk,” he instructed.
The waiter nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“How dare you snatch my wine!” I fumed. “If you want some, get your own.”
He shook his head, smirking as he tapped my forehead lightly. “You’re such a baddy.”
“I am not bad!” I snapped, the alcohol loosening my tongue. “If I were bad, I would’ve kissed you already.”
Before I could second-guess myself, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him.
What shocked me even more was that he kissed me back.
