“Why can’t I be her?” Elspeth looked at the sommelier with a smile. “Three years ago, Rarity made a name for herself at an international wine-tasting event and was dubbed the Tongue of God. Haven’t you seen the video? I looked different back then, but you should be able to recognize me immediately.”
The sommelier looked awkward while the guests quickly searched for the video. Every sommelier was shown clearly on the screen, including Rarity, the winner of that event.
“Whoa, it is her!”
“I can’t believe a world-famous sommelier is right here at this event. This is incredible!”
“I can’t believe someone said she was a bumpkin. She’s Rarity herself. How could someone be so stupid?”
“Rarity is old Mr. Joneson’s granddaughter? Whoa, she’s the family pride.”
The crowd burst into a discussion, and Elspeth stared at the sommelier, standing straight up so he could have a better look at her face. “That was me. It was a famous event, but not everyone cared about it. It isn’t something related to their everyday life, just like how most people have no idea that Willem-Alexander is the king of Hollish.” She looked at him mischievously. “So, world-famous sommelier, don’t tell me you have no idea this video exists.”
The sommelier felt embarrassed. He did bluff a little. At most, he was a slightly famous sommelier, and everything he knew about Rarity was merely from stories he had heard from others. He had heard about her, but he had no idea what she looked like. “I am sorry, Miss Rarity. I shouldn’t have suspected your judgment.” The sommelier was proud, but he was willing to admit his faults and acknowledge his betters.
Elspeth shrugged it off. “Next time, have a taste of the drinks at a wine-tasting event. You are a sommelier, so use your tongue.”
The sommelier was nearly forty years old. Elspeth was about half his age, and he was a little fidgety about being lectured by her, but he wasn’t complaining.
“Sorry, everyone. The champion for this event is Miss Rarity herself!” He took the glass from the podium and handed it to Elspeth. “Here, this is yours. You deserve it.”
She took it with a smile. “Thank you.” After that, she noticed everyone was treating her differently, especially the men who previously thought she was a bumpkin. Now, they were trying to be her sycophant. She shot them a look and approached Frank. “Here. The glass you want.” She tossed the glass to him. “Don’t forget. You owe me one.”
Frank was still flabbergasted, and Spencer looked surprised as well and teased with a smile, “So, you’re Rarity. Couldn’t have guessed that.”
She looked into his eyes and smiled beautifully. “Just because I’m pretty doesn’t mean I can’t be a sommelier.”
At the sight of her lovely smile, he could feel his heart skip a beat. “You are indeed pretty.” I can’t believe that Winthrop guy is dating her. How lucky of him!
Just when Elspeth was about to call him a pervert, someone shouted, “Look! There’s something up there!”
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