Olivia, holding her glass, suggested, “How about we try something softer? Whiskey is a bit too strong for my taste.”

Playfully, Elva reached out to pinch Olivia's chin, teasing, “Such a sweetie! How old are you, Olivia? Do you even drink at all? Or are you worried about Raphael's reaction? Look, he's staring at you."

Raphael was in attendance as well?

Olivia was taken aback, but then she spotted a familiar figure in the distance.

Raphael's attire in black made him blend into the surroundings, but his presence didn't go unnoticed.