Sarah Shelby was a little speechless, but she typed back a reply: "She's here. Why? Are you coming to see her?"
After sending the message, she looked up, only to see that Clara had poured another drink and had already drunk half of it.
She knew Clara all too well. One drink wouldn't get her drunk, but the second one would definitely knock her out.
Clara's normally porcelain-white face was now flushed bright red. Even her lips were red and slightly pouted, looking utterly irresistible.
Because of the alcohol, her luminous eyes were misty and carried a hint of a daze.
'Clara was already gorgeous, and now she looked even more beautiful and charming. Sarah was certain that if she were a man, she would have fallen in love with her at first sight.'
Sarah sighed to herself, picking her phone back up just as she was about to put it down and sending another text.
*Clara seems to be drunk. Mr. Quinn, do you want to come over and pick her up?*
