ANNABEL

"Would you like a glass of drink, my lady?" A waiter asked, his head bowed low. I didn't know if it was something I was comfortable with, all this formal shit.

"Umm yes, a drink will do." I said, looking through the crowd of fancy people in their expensive clothes and fake smiles. He nodded and hurried away.

He was back within a few seconds with some wine in his hands. "Thank you." I said, bringing the glass to my nose. It was wine, it smelled like cranberry—so fresh and so ...