Isaac looked up at her, still seated, his expression unreadable.

“What?” he asked, brow slightly raised.

Isabel tightened her grip around the bowl in her hands. “The woman, she seemed to be talking sarcastically about me, like she already knew our arrangement wasn’t real.”

His face didn’t change, but she saw it, the flicker of something in his eyes.

“I mean… if she didn’t know, then it was still disrespectful,” she added, “even if I was… anyone else, she ...