Isabella licked her lips, her eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "Who knows what he's thinking?"

She turned to Sophia with a sly smile, "Fine by me. He's digging his own grave - let's see how deep he goes."

"Bella, you're two years older than me, don't..." Sophia began, her tone tinged with worry.

Isabella silenced her with a playful shushing gesture, flashing a charming smile. "Let's not waste energy on that unpleasant guy. Tell me about you ...