Aurora pov

I met Ria and Trish in the kitchen, both of them sipping champagne while chatting.

“Thank goodness, this is here,” I muttered as I walked to the counter where they stood. I picked up Ria’s wine glass and gulped the remaining champagne.

“Aurora, you need to slow down before you get yourself drunk,” Trish said, pulling the glass away from my hand.

“How many of those have you had?” Ria asked.

“Just two glasses. I’m not drunk. I just need it to stay lively here,” ...