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The cloak was ticking down and her patience was getting outnumbered. The skirt she wore was too tight and because of wearing pencil heels, Grace could barely move freely. She grabbed onto the glass of drink firmly and stood up from her seat.

"Come on! Miss Grace, drink up!"

Grace forced herself to smile, holding the glass high and then shutting her eyes off, she drank it. With Lucas she had to come to a party, it turned out there were all the men around, old mostly. She has been drinking a lot because Lucas said so.

"Bravo! Miss Grace is such a good drinker." Saying so, an old man pulled her to his lap. Holding her waist he touched her face, "Miss Grace, why don't you drink with me? Let's drink together."

With a single punch, she felt like breaking the two teeth he had but... It was not the situation now.

"I... I can't anymore..." She could barely keep her focus, even unable to move. At first, she started drinking with the thoughts that she would be able to not get drunk but... The o