Jasmine Yale was wearing high heels, and her foot twisted, causing her to fall to the ground.
The shattered glass scattered everywhere, and the wine, as red as blood, stained the floor, dyeing the hem of Jasmine Yale's dress red.
She wasn't seriously injured, just a bit of scraped skin on her palm, and it seemed like she twisted her ankle. The hem of her gown got stained with wine, and her knee hurt a bit.
Surrounded by shards, she didn't dare to move rashly. She frowned and tried to stand up carefully.
Sylvan Cheney pulled Erin Janus aside: "Are you okay?"
Erin Janus shook her head, patted her chest, and touched her belly: "I'm fine... This, this woman must be drunk, she can't even walk steadily. She's so drunk it's scary. Why doesn't she just go home after drinking so much, what is she thinking?"
