Chapter 67

When Megan kept refusing to take even a sip of her drink, a flicker of surprise flashed through Sophia's eyes. Could that little witch have figured something out? No way—she'd covered her tracks perfectly. Evelyn quickly set down her wine glass and picked up a juice instead. "Wrong cup," she said hastily. "I don't hold my liquor well—it's supposed to be juice for me." Sophia let out a quiet sigh of relief. She nodded quickly, echoing, "Right, my cousin really can't handle her drinks." Evelyn gulped down the juice like her life depended on it, clearly terrified Megan would push her to drink again. Her heart felt like it was about to leap straight out of her chest. She was pretty sure Sophia had messed with both Megan's and Tristan's drinks. Sophia looked around, but no one else at the table made a move toward their glass. She turned to Nathan with a suggestion laced in emotion. "We were married once. This might be my last dinner with the Reid family. Nathan, will you share one last drin