16 Mixed With Venya's Formula.

That night the atmosphere at the Delvino family residence was so frenetic with the sound of music, the stomping of people dancing, accompanied by flickering lights that made my eyes hurt.

Marcel had been going back and forth delivering drinks to the center of the party with the help of Eli and Nana. None of them recognized Marcel as the son-in-law of the house.

"Drink here, hey!"

"Hurry up, where's the food!"

"Marcel, don't be slow!"

"Shirley, take care of that one waitress!"

Marcel, who was still busy clearing up the empty glasses on the table, felt his arm being pulled roughly.

He turned around and came face to face with his own wife.

"What have you been doing all this time?" scolded Shirley as she roughly threw Marcel's arm away. "How's that dish? They're starving because of you!"

"I was cleaning up, didn't you see?" retorted Marcel amidst the deafening noise of the music. "Tell your friends to wait a minute!"

Shirley pursed her lips when she heard Marcel dare to argue.

"Drink, hey
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