Chapter 15: Grim Reaper
"What can I get you to drink?" Remo inquired, pouring himself a glass of whiskey.
Abby glanced at him, hesitating, "I actually don’t consume alcohol."
A faint smile formed on Remo’s lips, "Is it that you’ve never tried it, or you choose not to drink? There’s a difference. Without tasting, it’s hard to pass judgment."
His words puzzled Abby, who responded with a frown, "I suppose I’ve never given it a try."
Remo motioned to a servant, murmuring a few words.
Shortly, the servant reappeared with a tray, likely holding alcohol.
"Come on, take a sip. It’s our wedding night, after all," he encouraged.
Abby stared at the drink for a moment, then cautiously took a sip through the straw. The alcohol’s warmth eased her nerves as it settled in her belly.
As the liquid spread its soothing warmth within her, Abby found herself gradually relaxing. The tension that had been lingering in her shoulders seemed to melt away, replaced by a subtle sense of comfort. She took another sip, this time a bit more confidently, and allowed herself to savor the unfamiliar taste.