Felicity

The room was slightly spinning for Felicity by the time most of the guests had arrived. A bottle and a half of wine filled her stomach and not much else. She had picked at the appetizers, but they barely soaked up the alcohol.

"Felicity. Let me get you a plate of food," said Christie as she pried the half-empty bottle of pinot out of Felicity's hand.

"No. I don't want food. I want more wine."

"You need food. You can't let your dad see you like ...