"Here's to the new year—may our family grow closer and more prosperous. Let's all drink to that!"
Everyone lifted their glasses.
I spoke up quickly. "I can't drink alcohol."
The corner of Corinne's mouth curved upward—exactly as it had in my previous life—and she poured me a glass of juice.
"Then have this instead, Queenie. Juice in place of wine."
Calvin, remembering the cephalosporin he'd just taken, poured himself juice as well.
"I'll do the same."
I watched him drain his glass in one gulp.
Corinne let out a cold laugh.
"You know, Queenie, I put half a glass of liquor in that juice. And look at you—perfectly fine. Seems to me you just wanted to disrespect our family. Show us who's boss on your first visit. Too bad for you, I know exactly how to handle people like that."
Calvin's face went rigid. "You put alcohol in the juice?" His voice rose to a shout. "You can't drink alcohol after taking cephalosporin—don't you know that?"
Corinne clutched his arm, her voice turning soft and wounded. "But Calvin, she was trying to humiliate us! If I don't put her in her place now, I'll never survive in this family. Besides, she's obviously fine—"