“You can drink it now. It’ll turn cold if left aside for longer.”
Isabella took the ginger ale and drank it with elegance.
She put it down after drinking half of it.
“I’m drunk, but only slightly. I can walk, and my brain is still alert. I know what I’m doing and saying.
“I’ve had enough ginger ale.”
She did not want to consume too much liquid late at night.
“Which family is your fiancée from, Austin? Where is she? Do you mind telling me?”
Isabella was insistent on getting answers.
A