Chapitre 66: Last night. . . Jacquelyn's POV

Jacquelyn's fingers grasped the glass cup tightly as she drained its contents in one swift motion. The liquid had initially tasted like orange juice, but its effect was soon revealed as it mixed with the alcohol, leaving a burning sensation in her chest.

Princess Meredith's eyes widened in concern as she gazed at Jacquelyn's face, then at the empty cup. "You shouldn't have drunk all of that," she whispered, her brow furrowed with worry. "Are you okay?"

Jacquelyn nodded, scanning the room for a place to set the cup down. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand, her eyes watering slightly from the intensity of the drink. "I'm fine," she assured, trying to sound convincing despite the discomfort spreading through her chest.