*Isabella's POV*
Elly slid into the driver's seat, her hands grasping the wheel with elegant precision as she awaited further instructions.
I turned to Jacob, my words hesitant as I searched for a diplomatic way to phrase my question. "Wait, Elly is your...?"
Jacob's eyes sparkled with amusement before I could even finish. "The word 'chauffeur' is so pedestrian, don't you think?" he said, his tone light. "She's a woman, not just a driver.
Elly's voice cut in, her tone dry. "Please, I'm his designated driver – for those occasions when he's fu**ed by alcohol."
Jacob shot her a reprimanding glance. "Language, Elly."
I couldn't help but laugh at their banter. "I like her," I said, my amusement evident.
Jacob's response was laced with sarcasm. "I knew you would."
"That's the reason I br
