*Isabella POV*
Standing there was Elly, dressed in a chauffeur's uniform—a stark contrast to the casual, practical clothes she usually wore when she drove us around.
I blinked in disbelief, my eyes narrowing. "Is that a costume?" I exclaimed, unable to hide my surprise at her unusual attire.
She sighed, her shoulders drooping slightly. "Jacob is making me do this. He says this gala is important," she muttered, her tone exhausted. That made me laugh unexpectedly. "But you're just driving," I pointed out, amused.
Elly rolled her eyes. "Rude much," she shot back, a smirk curling on her lips.
I grinned, the absurdity of the situation sinking in. "Yeah, thank you. I'm just driving," she added.
We both knew the truth, though. I rolled my eyes, teasing her. "We both know you don't give a s*
