Sabrina Johnson figured Ethan Collins must've just come back from the restroom and overheard their convo—otherwise he wouldn’t be acting like this.
"Ethan, I need to tell you something, but promise me you won’t get mad," she said, tugging gently on his sleeve, lips slightly trembling.
"What’s up?" Ethan asked, looking at her.
Sabrina looked visibly guilty. "I wanted my sister to lose... so I tried to get her drunk."
"Why would you do that?" Ethan was clearly caught off guard. He didn’t expect her to just lay it all out like that.
She explained, "She wouldn’t apologize to Miss Lee, so I figured if she lost the drinking game, she'd at least have to toast her. It’d be like saying sorry, in a way... but stuff didn’t go as planned. My sister kept winning."
Ethan pressed his
