"Cheating?" Devon's voice carried a tone of incredulity, his brows furrowing in surprise.

"Impossible?" Alexander chimed in, his eyes widening in disbelief.

Devon's gaze remained locked on Isadora, concern etched across his features. He leaned in and softly tapped her head. "Dora, Dora, can you hear me?"

A soft hum escaped her lips, her head moving slightly in response to his touch.

The atmosphere around them buzzed with curiosity, and the two men exchanged glances, their interest piqued by Isadora's hushed confession.

"Who do you like?" They asked in near unison, their curiosity palpable.

Isadora's head rose gently, her gaze still a bit hazy from the wine-induced drowsiness. With a...