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-"

bumblebee flies into the flower field. Buzz, buzz." Danielle’s voice rang out, cutting him off. "David, what

Howard asked with concern.

Darling. I’ll

sing with me," Danielle interrupted again, clutching a makeshift microphone-a water bottle- as she jumped on

might lose her balance. "Mr. Darling, I’m

her way through an entire repertoire of nursery rhymes, 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

and Vivian exchanged uneasy glances

phone? What happened to

drink," Howard replied. Even though he was fond of David, the thought of his daughter

with David? Then there’s nothing to worry about,"