Isabella pov

Best friend? Julian? That grumpy man has a best friend?

“Why didn’t I get invited to the wedding though? I want to see the wedding pictures,” Damien said, his earlier disappointment already melting away into that easy, teasing grin again.

“Well… it’s a bit complicated,” I muttered, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “We don’t have a wedding picture.”

He raised an eyebrow, leaning slightly forward. “No wedding picture? Don’t tell me it was one of ...