Laura leaned in and whispered, “If you’re going, I’m in too.”
She’d never set foot in a place like that, and honestly, she was dying to see what it was all about.
“Isabella, what did you say?” Cynthia’s voice called out. “I didn’t catch that.”
“Nothing, Mom, just chatting with Laura,” Isabella replied quickly. “You go have fun with Uncle and Auntie, stay out as long as you want. No need to rush home. I’ve got things to take care of here.”
Cynthia’s tone softened. “Alright, but don’t overwork yourself. Make sure you eat, drink, and sleep well. Take care of yourself.”
“Don’t worry, Mom. I promise I’ll take care of myself.”
After all, she’d already stared death in the face once. She wasn’t about to be careless with her life now.
Once the call ended, Isabella nudged Laura and lowered her voice. “So, are we really doing this tonight? Should we go check out a male host club?”
Laura shot her a look. “Wait, you’re actually serious?”
“Absolutely,” Isabella said, grinning. “I’m not Mrs. Adams anymore. I don’t have to think about anyone else’s expectations. I can finally do what I want, relax a little. We’re just going to see what it’s like, nothing wild. I’ve always been curious, you know? I hear the guys there are unbelievably good-looking.”
Laura laughed. “Come on, no one’s going to beat your ex-husband in the looks department. And Harold’s not exactly hard on the eyes either.”
Ethan was kind of famous around Cabinda for being the most handsome guy in town.
Isabella rolled her eyes. “Please, I see their faces every day. I’m immune. I just want a change of scenery. Actually... maybe you shouldn’t go. I can just go by myself.”
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