She walked closer to Jacob and he could not help but again look at the breath-taking girl from head to toe.
She stood a few inches away from him and looked into his eyes and tilted her head. "Checking out a girl from top to bottom, is also bad manners!"
Jacob frowned looking at the girl, who was smirking at him mockingly.
"Don"t try to come close to me and find ways to talk to me, just because you know I am rich!" Jacob"s anger was fumming up, every second, looking at the girl"s att.i.tude.
Isa chuckled and went towards the bartender talking to him loudly, so that Jacob could clearly listen. "This man here has a life that actually sucks, because he has such a narrow thinking! I pitty him! His tab is on me!"
She then turned to look at Jacob with a mocking smile. She flipped her locks backwards and rolled her eyes at him. "No need to thank me! I am rich girl, hence I believe in charity! Enjoy the free drinks!"
Isa walked away, while Jacob held the gla.s.s tightly in anger, looking at the preceeding figure of the girl. "Who the h.e.l.l does she think, she is? Is she a queen or a princess!!"
"Indeed she is!" The bartender, who heard Jacob"s angry words, replied in return.
"Huh?!" Jacob frowned at the bartender, his mind getting foggy already.
"She is Isa Wilson! Her mother is a princess from Belgium who met her father, hailing from aristrocratic family of Unites States! She indeed hails from one of best influential families of United States and is also a future Belgium princess."
Jacob turned to look at the crowded table, which was creating the maximum noise as compared to others. The golden hair girl was dancing clumsily around the table, probably because she was too high.
She was now wearing a pink colored sachet on which "Birthday girl" was written. Over her head was a small golden tiara. Her dance moves were too clumsy but she was least bothered about it. Few of her friends were hooting and clapping for her, while she danced to the tunes.
"She?? A princess!!" Jacob looked at the girl in disgust and turned to look back at the bartender. "This clumsy girl actually makes me realize that fairy tales are just fictional tales!"
The bartender laughed and gave him some complementary vodka shots. "Too life!"
Jacob picked one and raised a toast and gulped it down instantly. Suddenly, all his miseries manifestated before his eyes and he felt remorse covering his mind, in multi-folds.