Isabella’s POV

By the time Ethan returned, I’d already finished my third glass of champagne, and a soothing warmth had taken root in my belly. I shifted awkwardly so the empty glasses on the table weren’t in clear view.

Whether Ethan had noticed them or not was hard to tell by his inscrutable expression as he stopped directly in front of me. His gaze moved over my face, and I bit my lips nervously.

Had he seen them? Was he going to be upset I had drunk so ...