Your families had arranged the dinner as a first meeting, and so far, it was going exactly as expected. You were polite, elegant, quiet, while he was also polite, talks a lot, and a gentleman, both families seemed very pleased with themselves.

The only problem was the wine. The first toast was fine, the second was manageable, but by the fourth, you were starting to feel nauseous. Unfortunately, everyone kept raising their glasses, so you kept drinking. Because it would've been rude if you didn't.

When the next toast came around, you took another sip and immediately paused. The taste was different.

At some point when people were talking, he'd switched your drink and quietly taken the wine into his glass himself.

Without looking away from the conversation he was having with your father, he took a sip from his glass and said quietly, "It's apple juice."