In the car, Arabella Vanderbilt still sat in Joel Russo's embrace.
Joel had carried her into the car, and their positions hadn't changed at all since then.
As the car had driven far from the hotel, Arabella snuggled in Joel's arms, breathing in his familiar scent, and felt especially at ease.
Her previously taut nerves relaxed, and the alcohol seemed to evaporate faster; her temples still throbbed, and feeling dizzy, she didn't want to stir.
"Uncomfortable?"
Joel suddenly spoke, his large hand stroking her hair, asking in a low voice.
Arabella's eyelids felt heavy; she leaned her head against the car window and nodded sadly, eyes closed.
"Headache…"
Joel moved her head back into his support, and Arabella opened her eyes to look at him.
The neon lights of the city outside the car window passed by, casting reflections on her somewhat reddened eyes, which carried a hint of slight resentment.
A soft tug in his heart, he pulled her close into his embrace again.
