Harriet sat alone without anyone daring to approach her. She remained calm. There really weren't many people willing to approach her after last year's events.
Liam returned to her side, carrying two glasses of b****y Mary mocktail. Harriet furrowed her brows. She'd never liked a b****y Mary before, but Liam didn't really know her alcohol preference. So, she accepted it.
However, everyone who knew her well, including the bartender who made the drinks looked at the two curiously. Everyone knew Harriet didn't like the taste of strong, savoury drinks, especially b****y Marys.
Harriet sipped her b****y Mary in the midst of everyone's gazes.
"Mm," Harriet was surprised.
Liam smiled at his wife showing an astonished look behind her mask.
"Have you never tried a b****y Mary before?" he aske
