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-"

Danielle’s voice rang out, cutting him off. "David, what are you doing? Aren’t

Howard asked with concern.

worry, Mr. Darling. I’ll take good

clutching a makeshift microphone-a water bottle- as she jumped on the sofa.

jolt, worried she might lose her balance. "Mr. Darling, I’m afraid I need to hang up now," he said hastily before hanging

a care. She even posed for him

at the Darling residence, Howard and Vivian exchanged uneasy

was that on the phone? What happened to Danielle?"

Howard replied. Even though he was fond of David, the thought of

to worry about," Vivian said, waving a hand