Wine is Ruins Irene's Head

Irene felt the time was moving slower when she talked with Anette. She didn't need to put an act in front of her, nor plaster a fake smile on her face.

She could be herself, her old self that loved to spend her time gossiping and joking around with her cousin.

Unfortunately, they had no time to joke around because Anette had to explain her wrongdoing to Irene.

"I did it for you." Anette held Irene's hands tightly. 

"For what, Anette? I can't even leave my apartment because of that crappy news about me."

"I had to do that, so people can recognize your name." Anette took a deep breath. "Catelyn has stolen your design, and I want people to be aware of your name, even though I had to use a bad shit method to make your name appear in public."

It was a crazy idea, indeed.

But Anette didn't do it without considering the consequences.