“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.

Austin had never told her when she had asked him about it before.

He kept saying he would focus on working and that he was not in a rush to get married.

After all, he was only in his twenties; Zachary only got married at thirty years old. If he was unsuccessful in wooing his fiancée that year, he did not mind waiting for a few more years.

Isabella suddenly felt jealous of Austin’s fiancée, having had his heart without even doing anything.

She wondered what Austin’s fiancée had done to cat