Chapter 142 A Drunken Confession

• Hazel had never been good with alcohol. No matter how little she drank, it always left her tipsy or downright drunk. But as her eyes lingered on the vibrant, enticing cocktails in front of her, she found it impossible to resist their allure.
• "Evie, can I try a sip of that cocktail?" she asked softly, her voice tinged with anticipation.
• Evelyn gave her a knowing look, her tone firm but kind. "Hazel, you know your tolerance is awful. Fine, but just one little sip."