Phoebe was dumbfounded.

No, it was that dumb drink.

It was on her hair, her face, and everywhere.

The main point here was that there was some pulp in the drink. Forget about her face. Her white fashionable dress was also soaked and had become translucent from the liquid.

And her black, tightfitting undergarment was also clearly visible.

Alex glanced over.

Wow, nice!

It looked to be at least a C or D cup, right?

He couldn’t help but give her a few more glances.

“Oh, how did this happen?”