Isabella's pov

Julian’s hand was still firm on my waist as he led me away from Sarah’s stunned expression. My heart was hammering so loudly I was sure half the mall could hear it. Wife? He really said that out loud? And in public? My brain hadn’t even caught up.

We stopped in front of a glittering display of designer dresses. I froze, blinking at the rows of silk, chiffon, and lace as though they were alien artifacts. I’d never seen clothes like these up close except maybe through the ...