"Thank you!"
So, clinking glasses, drinking deeply.
One glass for you, one for me, and before long, Betty's cheeks are flushed with the color of alcohol.
Seeing her pick up another glass, the assistant hurriedly walks over to hold her arm.
"Princess, you've had quite a bit!"
The assistant knows her tolerance is decent, but at this rate, she'll definitely get drunk.
"It's alright." Betty raises her arm, once again lifting her glass to the crowd, "Come on, everyone, cheers!"
From time to time, someone asks her about Abel, and her mood grows more sullen. Yet she is the host of this event and can't leave, so she drinks glass after glass to cope with those vexing questions.
"Your Highness!" Seeing her stagger a bit, the assistant can't let her drink any more, steps forward to hold her arm, and reaches out to snag her glass, "You're already drunk, you can't drink anymore!"
"I'm fine!"
