A Drunk Confession

Hazel was thinking that perhaps she would not be affected by the alcohol this time. Afterall, it was just a little bit of wine. However, when Abigail noticed the colour on Hazel's ears, she pointed out, "Miss Wilkinson, why are your ears so red? And your face is also a little red. Are you hot?" Panicked, Hazel started to feel her face turn warm; it seemed she was really affected by the wine-flavored chocolate. Also, her eyesight was starting to blur but she was unsure whether it was because of psychological effect. But now, it was clearly one of the signs of her getting drunk. Hazel forced a smile and shook her head to indicate that she was fine, because she did not want Abigail to be anxious. Without much doubt, Abigail looked at the pile of things in the cart and asked with a smile, "Miss Wilkinson, are you done shopping? Do you want to go home? Or do you want to go to a nearby cafe or a dessert shop?" "Let's head back..." Hazel replied softly. She was thinking that if she could slee