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Thankful to be out of Marco’s clutches, Chyna made a beeline for the nearest waiter. He offered her a glass of Champagne with a curt smile.
“Anything stronger?” she asked, arching an eyebrow.
The guy did his best not to look surprised. “How much stronger?”
“Tequila?” she requested conspiratorially.
“We have wine.”
Chyna rolled her eyes. “Seriously?”
“It’s vintage,” he offered apologetically.
“You’ve got to be kidding,” she groaned, taking the Champagne out of his hand.
“Mi dispiace,” he said actually apologizing.
Chyna waved away the apology. “Va bene.”
She sipped, okay, gulped down her champagne, finishing the first glass before her waiter even departed. He raised an eyebrow, but he handed her another glass before walking away as if he didn’t want to be responsible f
