CHAPTER 052: Cherry's Speech

Caspian's POV

A few minutes later, the server returns with a bottle of tequila and several shot glasses, placing them in the middle of the table.

"Yes!" Bruno cheers, grabbing the bottle with excitement. "Who's in?"

Without waiting for a response, he starts pouring tequila into each shot glass, not caring if it spills a little. One by one, he puts a glass in front of everyone. Jessica looks excited, while Veronica just rolls her eyes. Mike, Mabel, and Mom sit there, not touching their drinks, clearly not in the mood.

“Come on,” Bruno urges. “If we’re going to argue, we might as well have some fun with it. A little tequila never hurt, right? It’ll make things more interesting.”

I pick up my shot glass and glance at Desiree. She hesitates but eventually picks up hers too.

“To family,” I say, with a calm voice but a hint of sarcasm. “May we survive this dinner.”

Bruno grins and raises his glass. “To survival!” He quickly downs the shot and slams the glass on the table.

Jessica and Luke