Just as Ella had downed a few glasses of wine, she heard a familiar voice.
''You don't look as happy as I had expected you to be…''
Ella slowly turned her head, the rim of her glass brushing her bottom lip as her gaze settled on the voice's source.
Jenny stood a few feet away, her posture casual, her red silk gown clinging to every curve like it had been painted on.
Ella lowered her glass, arching a brow. "Hold my glass."
Jenny frowned, "What…?"
Ella blinked, a little tipsy by now, "Hold my glass so I can dance on tables and show you how happy I am.''
Jenny's eyes sharpened, "You…" she paused and put on an elegant smile when she spotted Dean Mo at a little distance, "No need to take it to heart. I was just saying. Because considering how you just snatched the spotlight from Esther, I thought you'd be gloating a little more."
Ella swirled her wine. "Is that what you would do?"
