"Oh, right, Isaac. What exactly did you do with Jasmine last night?" Celia asked, looking at him with obvious curiosity. "Her smell is still stuck on you, you know. Alice is going to kill you."
Isaac's steps faltered for a moment, but he quickly recovered and continued walking as though he hadn't heard anything unusual. Unfortunately, Celia had already noticed his reaction, and the mischievous smile spreading across her face told him she wasn't going to let the matter go so easily.
"I thought you would try to hide it. Aren't you afraid of Alice? You know how she gets when something related to you happens," Celia said.
Isaac shook his head and replied confidently, "I was going to tell her about it anyway. It's not something I plan to hide, especially when I haven't done anything wrong."
His confidence, however, wasn't nearly as strong after he sat down at the breakfast table and explained everything that had happened with Jasmine the previous night.
