Making a model feel average
The music was still thumping as the party raged on in the Absolute Heavens penthouses. Glittering chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, casting a golden glow on the crowd below. Leo and Isabella stood near the edge of the dance floor, sipping from their glasses of champagne as they observed the lively scene. The night had been a blur of laughter, dancing, and clinking glasses, and both of them had indulged in more drinks than they could count.
Leo was impressed by Isabella's ability to handle her liquor. Even after what felt like an endless flow of drinks, she seemed surprisingly composed. Her laughter remained infectious, and her movements were fluid, unaffected by the alcohol she had consumed. He couldn't help but feel a mix of surprise and admiration.
"Isabella," Leo said, raising his voice to be heard above the music. "How do you do it? You're handling all this alcohol like a pro!"