Aria Joyce walked out to the balcony. With one hand on the railing and the other holding a bottle, she tilted her head back and took a drink, her gaze drifting toward the main hall with a hint of sorrow.
After she had taken a few sips, a waitress approached, carrying a tray of drinks for her to choose from.
Seeing they were all glasses of hard liquor, she didn't think much of it. In fact, she found the waitress rather perceptive, knowing she was in a foul mood and that red wine wouldn't do the trick.
However, after just a few sips, a wave of dizziness washed over her, and she could barely keep her balance.
She reached out to steady herself on something nearby. The waitress, who hadn't gone far, immediately set her tray on a table and rushed back to firmly support Aria's arm. "Miss Joyce, are you all right?" she asked with concern.
