Chapter 80

I was tipsy when I reached my tenth glass. My hand rested on my chin, and I felt myself getting sleepy. "She's already half-drunk after just one bottle?" one of the women snickered. "And she's trying to be a mistress?" Zoey spoke up. "From now on, I'll pay you a thousand dollars for each glass." I nodded, pretending to hold it together before saying, "Okay." Zoey poured me another glass, which was noticeably less than the last one she poured for me. One of the women next to her huffed in disapproval. I drank it in one gulp. This time, I couldn't even give any feedback. I held my stomach, feeling a dull ache. I felt like I might throw up. One of Zoey's friends quickly grabbed my arm. "What's this? Are you trying to escape? We still have four or five more bottles to go. You can't leave until they're finished." I understood. They probably thought I was trying to get involved with Mr. Yates, so they were trying to get me drunk. Zoey asked, "Do you have a stomach problem?" "Zoey, y