Chapter 199: Virgin Wine
"Is something wrong, Rose?" Lady Delphine asked when Rose abruptly stopped talking.
"Yes," Rose said absentmindedly, her eyes still locked on Welma, who had not slowed down and was now only about ten feet away from them.
"You keep staring into the distance," she whispered, sounding amused.
Rose turned her attention to Lady Delphine, who was about to speak when she heard a clear voice. "My lady," Welma said.
Rose was too stunned to speak. She turned her attention, and her eyes landed on Welma. The maid had her head bent and was standing in front of them with a small tray that held just a singular goblet.
"Child," it was Lady Delphine who responded. "I am not nearly done with my wine, no need for more just yet."
"Lady Delphine," Welma said, lifting her head. "This is for Rose."
Lady Delphine’s eyes widened a little, and she turned to Rose with a smirk on her face. However, Rose’s expression was not pleasant in the slightest—she was glaring at the maid.
"Welma, thank you," Rose said coldly. "But I do not drink wine."
"I suspected, but this is not fermented wine, Rose. This is simply virgin wine, made from the finest grapes. I don’t think it would be proper for you to be without any, especially not at a grand ball like this."