At the insistence that he get her a drink, distrust entered her eyes. He was trying to get her to drink. Were all men like this? Was this her curse? To end up with a life to which she was under the household of a man who either was a silent drinker or made his drunkenness known to others? "No, thank you." She insisted, though the 'thank you' had the hint of being a forced one.

Taking a brief look around, she pretended to spot someone she deemed important. "If you will excuse me, I have someone that I must speak with." She said as politely as possible, before giving a polite nod and parting ways with him. Well, she most certainly was not going to go to another party hosted by Mrs. Devine.

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