“I don’t need your apology. If you like Frank, you can woo him. But I’d advise you not to mess with me, or else you’d be sorry. I can tell you that my ways of getting revenge are much crueler than Frank’s.” Elspeth smiled and turned to Frank. “Let’s go. We have a wine tasting to attend.”
Frank nodded and left with Elspeth, leaving Tiffany feeling humiliated and furious.
The wine tasting was held in a villa’s backyard belonging to a mysterious wealthy man, and only the city’s finest were invited. Frank was very famous in Blaydal, and everyone thought highly of him. This was their first time seeing him with a woman. And more importantly, the woman was a beautiful one, and she resembled Frank.
Those who knew of Elspeth pointed at her, whispering, “I know her. She’s the Jonesons’ granddaughter. She was lost when born. Grew up in a small town, so she’s not of prestige.”
“I see. I thought she was a rich lady. Though, she seems noble enough.”
“Probably just a pretense.”
The conversation failed to escape Elspeth, and she shot the two of them a warning look. The guests felt a shudder run down their spines, and they clamped their mouths shut immediately.
The wine tasting began a moment later, and glasses of wine were laid out on the table, glimmering beautifully. The host walked onto the stage and announced, “Anyone who can name these drinks correctly wins the prize.”
The guests exchanged a look, but none moved. There were about a dozen glasses of wine on the table, and no mouthwash was provided. It seemed simple enough to taste and identify the wines, but it was a challenge in reality. Unless the taster had a great tongue, their taste buds would be fooled by the mixture of all the drinks they had.
Ten minutes went by, but there were still no volunteers. They didn’t want that antique glass anyway, and none of the guests wanted to embarrass themselves, so they only watched quietly. Frank eventually took the challenge, but he made a wrong guess for the last glass of wine.
He came back looking dejected, and Elspeth smiled. “You really want that glass, huh?”
He nodded. “Yeah. I’ve been collecting them, and that’s the last one of its series. It’d be a pity if I couldn’t get all of them.”
Spencer was raising a toast with the other guests nearby, but he came over upon noticing Frank’s dour mood and patted his shoulder. “It’s alright. Not like anyone can guess it anyway. We can just buy it off later.”
Elspeth looked at him like he was an idiot. “Why would you want to pay for it when you can get it for free?”
Spencer wasn’t mad at her remark. He was used to her way of speaking, so he only smiled as he replied, “It’s not a simple challenge. Not everyone can guess the drinks correctly.”
She mused over that. “What if I can?”
Frank’s eyes lit up at that. “Really?”
“Yep, but I have a condition.”
I knew it. “Name it.”
“I’ll tell you about my terms when the time comes. But for now, I’ll hold on to that favor first.” With that, she approached the table.
“Here for the challenge, lady?”
Elspeth nodded in affirmative. “Let’s begin.”
She went through the drinks and guessed everything correctly. When she got to the final drink, she had a taste and answered without a moment of hesitation, “Billionaire Vodka.”
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