Not A Small-Town Girl

romantic evening had turned into an intervention.

"I don’t care..." Danielle began to act all coy just to get another sip, as though the wine were something magical she couldn’t resist.

David relented again. "Fine. But just a little bit more."

Danielle giggled as she eagerly nodded. She stared at the bottle, saying, "Okay."

She was so endearing in her tipsy state that David couldn’t help but melt.

By the end of the dinner, Danielle was thoroughly drunk. Clearly, she couldn’t return home in such a condition, so David pulled out his phone to call Howard. "Mr. Darling, it’s David. Danielle had a bit too much to drink. It’s late, so-"

buzz." Danielle’s voice rang out, cutting him off. "David, what are you doing? Aren’t you going to listen to me sing?" "What’s going on, David? Is everything

Howard asked with concern.

"Don’t worry, Mr. Darling.

bottle- as she jumped on the sofa. "Let’s see

balance. "Mr. Darling, I’m afraid I need

entire repertoire of nursery rhymes, jumping and twirling without a care. She even posed for him when he mischievously started recording

residence, Howard and Vivian exchanged uneasy

on the phone? What

had too much to drink," Howard replied. Even though he was fond of David, the thought of his daughter spending the night with him was still

there’s nothing to worry about," Vivian said,