Chapter 11 Escape
A FEW HOURS after the wedding, guests went straight to the Pavilion de Saavedra, where the reception will be held. I decided to sit in a corner that was not too crowded as I quietly sipped the wine in the glass I was holding.
"Why don t you join them?"
I suddenly turned to the source of the voice. Lawrence stood beside me, holding a glass of champagne. I sipped my wine instead of answering.
"Don t drink too much, Margaux," he reminded me.
I frowned at him and took another glass from a passing waiter.
"It s just wine, Lawrence," I answered sparingly. I was about to drink again, but he snatched it and drank it straight. I just felt sorry for him for what he did.
Then he suddenly took off his coat and covered it on my skin.
"Thanks," I murmured.
"You look pretty as
