Merida watched from a distance as her cousin and bestfriend Meredith was encircled by people at the summer party she was throwing. An almost full moon shone eerily upon the tables and decorations.
Meredith found Merida with her eyes and motioned with elaborate hand gestures for Merida to come join the circle, much of which was filled by men enraptured by Meredith’s vivacity. But Meredith was married and cared only for one man, her husband, Kieran.
Merida was pretty, but she felt as if she were some cheap wine next to some expensive Cabernet – Sauvignon that was Meredith. Despite the fact that Meredith tried earnestly to introduce her friend Merida to some handsome and often, wealthy men, Merida never liked any of them.
As the night wore on Meradith and Merida found themselves talking about some good times they’d experienced together at a small table. Kieran found them, bringing his wife wine, and began telling funny stories. He drank in Meredith with his amorous eyes as he talked, mostly ignoring Merida.
Suddenly, Meredith collapsed on the table, dead still, after tossing back her wine. Merida secretly gave Kieran, her innocent accomplice, a sinister smile. Merida had loved Kieran once. It seemed fitting that he brought Meredith, his wife, the drink that would kill her.