Amidst the uproar from the crowd, Cecilia Vaughn slowly raised the teacup to her lips, while Fiona Vaughn's eyes lit up ever brighter, her heart climbing to her throat.
However, just as Cecilia's lips were about to touch the rim of the teacup, she suddenly stopped, as if something had crossed her mind.
"Fiona, since we're here to reconcile, what's the point of drinking tea? You're pregnant, so I won't make it difficult for you. I'll have red wine instead; it's more sincere."
This little brat is indeed troublesome!
Fiona's eyelids twitched violently for a moment, thinking she was about to switch cups, but when she heard Cecilia say she wanted red wine, she instead felt relieved.
"Alright, alright, sister, you can drink whatever you want, I'll comply."
Fortunately, Katherine North was astute earlier, smearing medicine around the edge of the cup. As long as Cecilia's lips touched it, there should be a reaction within ten minutes!
...
