Isabella's pov

Julian’s icy glare was enough to shut Caleb up. Without a word, he guided me away, his hand firm on my lower back as we weaved through the glittering crowd. My heartbeat was still uneven from that little encounter, but I tried to match his calm, composed stride.

We stopped by a long marble table lined with crystal glasses filled with wine and champagne. Julian reached for one, handed it to me, then picked one for himself.

“Don’t mind Caleb,” he said, his tone softer ...