Freya's POV
Bonnie Victor shook her head with a bright smile. "I cannot drink, but you two certainly can."
"That hardly seems fair. The evening would be much more enjoyable if all three of us could share a toast." My spirits were high, and I found myself encouraging her. "Perhaps just a small glass would be acceptable."
"Absolutely not, unless you speak with my brother first and secure his permission." Bonnie's expression turned playfully stubborn as she shifted the responsibility onto my shoulders.
The suggestion caught me off guard. "You want me to contact your brother? That seems rather inappropriate. Surely it would be simpler if you made the call yourself."
"If I call him, he will refuse without question." Bonnie nudged my elbow, her eyes pleading. "Sister Freya, I truly would love to enjoy just a little wine tonight. Could you possibly speak to my brother on my behalf?"
I felt torn by her request.
