Corinne shook her head. "Of course I'll forgive you, Miss Phoebe. But I just think you, as an elder, shouldn't have to atone for anything to me, a junior. In fact, it'll be very insensible of me to accept your atonement."
Phoebe's lips twitched slightly as she mentally cursed Corinne for being a fake b*tch, but she quickly squeezed out a warm smile and said, "Oh alright, I take back what I said. Just think of this juice as me wanting to give you a little treat. How's that?"
To that, Corinne raised her glass. "Sure! Don't mind if I do, then."
Phoebe nodded. "Go ahead! Give it a try, and let me know what you think."
Corinne slowly put the glass to her lips, making Phoebe wish she would just hurry when all of a sudden, Corinne paused. She then turned to look at Anya with a raise of her eyebrow.
"Before I drink this juice, I would like to thank Miss Anya properly," she said with a polite smile.
Anya was just like her mother, too excited for Corinne to drink the juice, so she was understandably stunned when Corinne mentioned her name.
"Umm, what do you have to thank me for, Corinne?" she asked, chuckling drily.
Phoebe was just as confused as Anya. She frowned impatiently and wondered, 'Why won't this b*tch just drink the d*mn juice?'
Corinne nodded, smiled, and raised her glass. "Miss Anya, I raise this glass to you. Thank you for your hospitality!"
Anya was not about to be overshadowed by her. She stood up, picked up her wine glass, and raised it to Corinne too.
"No, I should be the one raising my glass to you. Thank you for saving my Grandpa's life."
She then downed the whole glass as a show of her 'sincerity', and also for Corinne to quickly drink her pomegranate juice too.
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