Isadora stared at the both of them as they walked to the entrance of the ballroom. She immediately became so tired and bored already. She had enjoyed his company of sorts.
She stared at the empty drink in her hand and informed a valet that she needed another wine, something more powerful. The valet then surprisingly, gave her the one on his tray, "This should be better, milady. It keeps you off your worries."
Isadora looked at the glass in suspicion. She was sure it was no different from the one she had drunk but she took a sip and continued walking.
But then when she kept walking, her eyes met his lordship who was heading towards her. She didn't want to talk to anyone right now. The last she could wish for was to see that heartless monster, so she immediately turned away, only to spill her drink on someone else's shirt.
