Kacy set Lolita's empty wineglass beside Yesmin's teacup on the round table. Lolita and Yesmin reclined on the pink sofa, the wallpapered walls echoing their plush elegance
Lolita's bloodshot gaze locked onto Kacy, her mascara slightly smudged. "Close the curtains," she ordered, pointing with a manicured finger at the arched windows overlooking the garden. "Too much light. It's giving me a splitting headache."
Maybe if she weren't on her third glass, Kacy thought bitterly, flipping the cord. The heavy drapes slid down, dimming the room.
"I hope my donations helped the flood victims," Yesmin said softly.
"They are, but I still don't have enough funds to rebuild Ethan Dam," Lolita leaned forward. "Can you donate more?"
Yesmin slid uncomfortably. "I wish I could, but I've already committed to helping Osa Milton with the food crisis in his country."
"Osa is a bastard! He destroyed Ethan's Dam." Lolita shrieked.
"What?" Yesmin's dark eyes widened in shock, her teacup rattling against its saucer. "But it was a natural disaster from too much rain? The news reports said—"
"You have been misinformed! New reporters from Technate get their facts all wrong! The weather was perfect that day." Lolita drained her glass in one gulp, red wine staining her lips. "Another drink. Now." Lolita's words were sharp as broken glass as she thrust the empty glass towards Kacy's trembling fingers.
Feeling the sticky residue on the rim, Kacy left the suffocating room, tired of endless trips down the marble hallway to fix Lolita another cocktail while secrets spilled like wine.