When the dazzling fireworks ended, the lingering excitement of the celebration slowly faded away.
After the series of small incidents and details, the atmosphere seemed much warmer than before, even harmoniously so, which felt a bit unusual.
Angel even ordered a few more drinks.
If you don't drink at a moment like this, when will you? Wait until you're old and lying on your deathbed for an IV drip? (Just kidding).
Sam remembered that classic saying.
[God wants us to be happy, and alcohol is proof.]
Sam indeed felt that at this moment, everyone should enjoy happiness.
Isabella was naturally the most enthusiastic, even getting more animated as she drank.
Just tonight, Sam saw her kiss Angel three times and Sophie five times.
But such a harmonious atmosphere would inevitably come to an end.
Isabella seemed a bit dazed, her face flushed, her eyes a bit hazy.
