Sophia indulged a bit, taking advantage of the fact that no one would stop her as long as she stayed in the yard. So she drank one glass of wine after another, and before she knew it, she had consumed quite a bit. Her face had taken on a lovely rosy glow.
"Sophy, you're drunk. You can't drink any more!" Diana, sitting opposite her, reached out and held her glass, quietly reminding her.
"It's okay, I'm just happy! The people who bully me or dislike me aren't here today, so why worry!"
Sophia was referring to Capone and Joey, who were likely far away in Hokkaido or Hong Kong, dealing with their underworld and business matters.
After finishing the pasta, the night had deepened. Christmas allowed the coastal city of the port to shine like a city that never sleeps. Boats with "Merry Christmas" lights sailed across the sea, and from across the water, the dazzling lights of the city were faintly visible.