Asking for trouble

'It seems I'm not yet ready for this kind of events.'

She helplessly looked up and sighed. Then she walked to the side where sofas were placed. Seconds after she took a seat, a waiter passed by and handed her a glass of wine. As she stared at the champagne flute on her right hand, she began studying the liquid on it and wondered why people love to drink this.

She was feeling curious because she had never drunk any alcoholic beverage before.

'I remember, at gatherings like this, most protagonists in TV are always schemed against, most of the times, victimized due to drinking drugged wine.'

Agatha was having this silly thought when a man who looked to be in his forties approached her. His motives were obviously impure as reflected by his lusty eyes. Agatha frowned a bit but didn't stand and walk off. Anyway, the black-dressed lady bodyguard was nearby so she has nothing to fear.

"It's my pleasure to meet you, beautiful lady. May I know your name?"

A polite smile was now back on her face