"Your wine."
A crystal clear champagne glass swirls and lands in front of Maine. The wine in the glass is a charming light purple. There are no ice cubes, only pure and simple purple wine, which matches her gentle purple shawl hair very well. Complement each other.
A few lavender buds float quietly on the surface of the wine glass.
Two slender fingers picked up the wine glass and gently approached her face. Maine inhaled slightly, and the mixed aroma of wine and lavender wafted into her face.
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