“What the f*ck is this?!” Izzy blurted, frowning at the TV screen. Her hands are on her waist, while Leal is quietly hugging her knees on the couch. Izzy had just woken up to the sound of Leal’s cup of coffee shattering, and her brows were already furrowed while watching the news.

It was inescapable. The taken images clearly showed her face, and they even zoomed in on it. There were two. The first was when Axel was picking out a dress and putting it next to her, while the next one was him ...