Elizabeth took a sip of the pale golden liquid presented to her by Sawyer in a clunky rustic style glass tumbler. The bubbles were like crystalline diamonds dancing on her tongue. The sensation was subtly different to the feeling of any other fizzy drink. It felt like pure decadence.
The effervescent drink hissed softly in the glass as she stared down at it, as though the hundreds of tiny bubbles were chattering incessantly. It smelled immediately of white flowers but there was a more delicate undertone of something else she couldn’t quite determine on her own. Maybe some kind of wild berry.
She swallowed the mouthful of Champagne she had been holding in her mouth.
“This tastes…” she thought for a while, trying to truly consider how to describe it. Drinks as expensive as this were supp
