But I saw everything. My heart hammered against my ribs as I watched her glance around nervously, her manicured fingers trembling as she pulled them away from my glass. A small, satisfied smile curved her lips, the kind of smile that made my blood turn to ice. I didn’t think. I just moved.

By the time Caroline returned to her seat, smoothing down her expensive silk dress and painting on her mother-of-the-groom smile, I had already made the switch. My glass sat in front of her chair now. Her glass, the clean one, waited for me.When Dylan stood up, handsome in his tailored tuxedo, and raised his champagne for the first toast of our married life, I felt like I was watching everything through a fog. His words about love and forever echoed strangely in my ears. His mother stood beside him, beaming, lifting the drugged champagne to her lips.