Isabella, feeling a bit tipsy, observed the noble crowd gossiping about her with an eye-roll. She was well aware that her reputation among the nobility was far from stellar.
Her tipsy haze led her attention toward a commotion near the lake, something intriguing enough to draw her closer. She couldn't resist taking another glass of champagne from a passing servant.
As Isabella reached the scene, she witnessed a group of children embroiled in a lively brawl, with spectators cheering them on. She sighed, realizing that the girl at the center of the chaos bore a striking resemblance to Mabel.
'Am I really that drunk?' Isabella thought wryly as she sipped her champagne.
Beside her, a child suddenly screamed, "Mabel!" It hit her—this was indeed Mabel. She hadn't been that drunk after all.
Isabella messaged her temple, 'What's the worst that could happen?! Where on earth did Lirio find this child? Some circus freak?'
