**ISABELLE’S POV**

I was staring at the will Olivia wrote, now open and framed on the wall to the right of the floating staircase.

“This is so tacky!” Jorel whispered in my ear.

I jumped. “You scared me!”

“Hmm, you get scared by anything?”

“Of course. Who wouldn’t be scared by your ugly face?”

“Ugly face?” He laughed, his perfectly aligned teeth flashing as he grinned. “That’s not what people say. Even your sister always thought I was better-looking than ...