Julian’s POV

The clock read 1:00 a.m., and sleep was nowhere near my reach. I’d been tossing and turning for what felt like hours, yet the more I tried to shut my eyes, the more vivid she became in my mind. Isabella.

Her name alone was enough to send a strange pulse through my chest. My thoughts betrayed me, dragging me back to the boutique earlier that day, the way that blue dress clung to her body like it was crafted for her alone, the diamonds at her waist catching the light, and that ...