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-"

what are you doing? Aren’t you going to listen to me sing?" "What’s going on, David? Is

Howard asked with concern.

Mr. Darling. I’ll take good care

clutching a makeshift microphone-a water bottle- as she jumped on the sofa. "Let’s see who’s the better

balance. "Mr. Darling, I’m afraid I

jumping and twirling without a care. She even posed for him when he mischievously started recording her performance on his phone, blissfully unaware of the embarrassment she would

Vivian exchanged uneasy

on the phone? What

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

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