After some thought, she contacted Isabella Harrison.
"Hello, Arabella."
Isabella Harrison's voice sounded somewhat sluggish.
Arabella Vanderbilt furrowed her brows slightly, "Where are you? Are you not feeling well?"
Isabella Harrison put down her pen on the table, leaned back into her chair, sighed, and said:
"At the company. Can't really say what's uncomfortable, why?"
Arabella Vanderbilt fell silent for a moment, then said:
"I was thinking of asking you out for a gathering, but if you're not feeling well..."
Isabella Harrison took a deep breath, interrupting Arabella, "Let's go, perhaps I'll feel better after some relaxation."
Rubbing her brow, Isabella Harrison straightened up, closed the files on her desk, and stood up.
Arabella Vanderbilt paused for a second, then softly responded, "Alright, I'll come to pick you up then."
Isabella Harrison let out a soft laugh, "Just don't make your husband jealous again!"