Glen handed out the glass of red wine, but nobody took it.
Grace had thought that Nidia was just an ignorant girl. She was well protected by men, and even more indulged to be reckless.
In her mind, Nidia might be persuaded to enjoy the wine as those drinks.
Nidia's appearance could be misleading. Around 5.5 feet tall, she was always taken as a petite woman, leaving the impression that she was never shrewd.
People often reckoned that she was vulnerable to bullying.
Grace remembered that all those snacks in the box she had just ordered was finished by Nidia and the girl nearby.
It appeared that Nidia was poor and hungry.
At the moment, how could Nidia sit still, not taking this glass of red wine to drink?
Not only did Nidia keep motionless, she sat in the sofa with a delicate look. Her blank face still served as a foil to her loveliness. "I might let you down. I have no interest in asking you."
Glen snorted, "Are you sure?"