In such a setting, a waiter should never have said those words.

Jocelyn’s gaze shifted toward Alyssa in the crowd. She wore a striking red dress that effortlessly drew all eyes to her.

As if sensing it, Alyssa turned, holding a golden glass of champagne, and made a distant toast to Jocelyn.

That gesture seemed to confirm that the wine was indeed sent by her.

It appeared that, even though Miss Weston was at the center of the party, she had a clear grasp of everything happening around her.

“Leave it, Brian. We’ve already tried too much wine; we need a break.”

Jocelyn didn’t drink it immediately. She stared at...