As the crowd observed the unfolding drama, Isabella maintained an air of composure, seemingly oblivious to Stephen's hidden frustrations. Even if he harbored some lingering resentment for the earlier dance invitation rejection, he wouldn't press her to drink publicly, especially considering her recent recovery.
As anticipated, Stephen let out a subtle sigh, his expression rigid as he gracefully accepted the wine glass from Isabella. "Your well-being takes precedence. My apologies for my oversight."
"Stephen, you don't look too well. Is something bothering you?" Isabella provocatively inquired with a playful smile, deliberately adding fuel to the subtle tension. A fleeting trace of mockery danced in her eyes.
Internally scoffing, she made a dismissive sound. Stephen excelled at portrayin
