Chapter 3 Do You Know Me?
Yvette looked completely bewildered as she took a few sips of the juice on the table, trying to make sense of what was happening.
Expecting the sweet taste of grape juice, she was instead met with the overwhelming flavor of avocado, which made her stomach churn instantly.
Trying to maintain her composure, Yvette patted her chest discreetly, suppressing the nausea, and continued, "Seriously, don't you guys have anything better to do than rank these men?"
"Well, don't men rank us women too? It's just a bit of fun for me, a guilty pleasure. But that's not the point. What do you think of Victor?"
Following Sylvia's gaze, Yvette saw Albert gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind Violet's ear. His movements were so natural and fluid, as if he had done it countless times before, like a couple who had been married for years.
They stood side by side, perfectly matched in height and demeanor, looking like the ideal pair.
Seeing this, Yvette felt a pang of bitterness and couldn't help but curse them silently, 'Damn them.'
The happiness radiating from them was like a blinding light, burning Yvette's eyes.
She instinctively lowered her head, trying to escape the heartbreaking scene, and took another sip of the juice.
But the nausea only grew stronger, like a wave crashing over her.
Unable to hold it back any longer, she covered her mouth and rushed to the bathroom.
"Hey, what's wrong, Yvette?" Sylvia called after her, puzzled. "I just asked what she thought of Victor. Is he really that repulsive? I think he's quite handsome."
In the bathroom, Yvette leaned over the sink, vomiting violently.
She had always avoided anything with avocado, but she had never reacted this strongly before.
Usually, vomiting meant she was sick, but she knew there was another possibility, one that made her uneasy.
She regretted not being at the hospital, where she could have her condition diagnosed immediately.
Staring at her pale reflection in the mirror, her mind drifted back to last week, to that passionate moment with Albert. There was a brief loss of control, and she feared something might have slipped.
Her face flushed red at the memory, the blush spreading from her cheeks to her ears.
Just then, the party outside erupted in applause and cheers.
Yvette knew she couldn't stay in the bathroom forever. Taking a deep breath, she tidied her slightly disheveled clothes and applied some lipstick to look more presentable.
Summoning her courage, she pushed open the bathroom door.
The ballroom had transformed, the lights now soft and romantic. A giant disco ball spun rhythmically, casting colorful spots of light that danced across everyone's faces, adding a touch of intimacy to the atmosphere.
The air was thick with the mingling scents of alcohol, perfume, and the simmering emotions of the guests.
Yvette never enjoyed such lively and flirtatious scenes, especially since she wasn't good at dancing.
She stood like a lonely fawn, quietly leaning against the wall in an inconspicuous corner.
She waved to a passing waiter and softly said, "A glass of grape juice, please."
Taking the juice, she sipped it slowly, her gaze wandering away from the bustling crowd, feeling a bit forlorn.
Meanwhile, Victor Thomas, having just switched shifts and not even had time to change out of his uniform, had no date and avoided the opening dance.
Taking advantage of the break, he headed to the bathroom.
As he emerged, he immediately noticed the quiet figure in the corner.
Yvette, sipping her drink, looked like a cautious little hamster, adorable and captivating.
Feeling a spark of interest, Victor strode over to her.
Standing beside her, he looked down with a warm smile and extended his hand gracefully.
"May I have this dance, beautiful lady?"
Lost in her thoughts, Yvette was startled by the sudden appearance of a hand. She looked up, but the noisy music and laughter made it hard to hear what the man was saying.
Seeing him still holding out his hand, and mistaking him for a waiter in the dim light, she instinctively took a big gulp of her juice and placed the glass in his hand.
Victor stared at the juice glass, momentarily stunned. He glanced around at the actual waiters, then down at his own attire, realizing Yvette's mistake. He couldn't help but laugh.
He found her mistake endearing and amusing.
Crouching down to meet her eye level, he chuckled, "Did you think I was a waiter?"
In the faint light, Yvette finally saw him clearly. He wasn't a waiter at all; he was the Victor that Sylvia had been raving about.
Feeling incredibly embarrassed, her face flushed as she took the juice back and apologized profusely, "I'm so sorry. The lighting is so dim, I didn't see you clearly."
"You know me?"
