Isabelle only awoke when she heard the sound of giggling.
"Oh, my god… It's actually not bad."
"You know this already. Why are you acting like it's your first time having it?"
"How do I explain it… It's nostalgic, but it's like I don't remember it. I feel like I've discovered a long-lost friend!"
"My, what a spoiled little princess I've raised… Should I even bother to ask why you're drinking that in a Baccarat glass?"
"No, you should not."
Isabelle groggily sat up, with bits of her hair strewn across her lips.
"Sister, sister! Have you tried this 'chocolate milk'?? It's very sugary, but I think I like it!" Audrina smiled.
On literally any other day, Isabelle would have found the sight of her sister drinking sugar milk to be extremely alarming and worthy of a full deep dive, but today, she could not have possibly cared less.
"…Your husband got me married.." Isabelle murmured in a low voice.
