During the rest of the slow dances, Isabelle felt numb. She moved robotic-ally in Simon's arms. She no longer found comfort in the touch, just sadness. She was desperate to go to her room, but was forced to stay for the rest of the party.

Not able to forget what just happened, Isabelle decided she wanted some time to herself, so she excused herself and sat at a table near the back, hoping that no one would notice her. Isabelle looked at her surroundings trying to get any thoughts of Simon out of her head. That's when she noticed there was a bottle of red champagne and a few glasses in the center of the table.

Isabelle had never been a drinker ―in fact, she detested the taste of wine ― but maybe just one would be okay.

It's just one glass, what's the worst that could happen? she thought.

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A/N: alright guys here is chapter 5. I know its small but don't worry I'm posting the rest of chapter 5 right now :)