Ouch. Isabella flinched from the pain in her head, and both hands rushed to mess up her hair while she struggled to face the light right in her eyes.
First was the chandelier and the ceiling she noticed, followed by the incoming footsteps to where she was lying.
"Good evening, sleepyhead. Headaches?" It was Cynthia, having a cup of brewed tea in her hands. What happened? She pondered.
"After you and Mr. Albert left, it wasn't long before I followed your step and was planning on swimming. But didn't expect to witness such with the billionaire-"
"You saw us kissing?" She exclaimed. Her muscles quickly reacted, and she got up. But Isabella hates it more when the hangover hits her back.
"You two had kissed already? Oh, my G!"
"Wait, you never saw us?" She was more confused than she
