“It's odd. Why do I feel slightly dizzy?" Norah rubbed her forehead and frowned. “I usually hold my liquor well. Why does a single glass affect me this way?"

Elsa feigned ignorance. "Norah, didn't you know? This is a special vintage my father acquired from abroad for his birthday. The older the wine, the stronger its effects. Are you feeling tipsy?"

Norah nodded slowly, a flush apparent on her face. “It seems so. I feel unusually warm and my head is spinning."