When the surprise was over and Billy had begun to socialize with his guests, receive his gifts and well-wishes, Magnus maneuvered his way to Isabelle's side. He held two martini glasses filled with a softly glowing purple liquid and offered one out to her.

"Cheers to a well done party, my dear?" He had let her grieve in peace, had not tried to disturb her with texts or calls of concern, but that worry was there. Despite her cheerful appearance now, she wore white, and Magnus knew very well that meant the pain of the loss of Max was still smarting.