Isabelle froze for half a second before steadying her breath.

She smiled softly and placed the sketchbook carefully on the console by the door, her voice warm. “Aimee was very thoughtful. She’s talented.”

Riven was still standing there leisurely like he was waiting for her. His gaze followed her movements carelessly. “She likes you.”

The words were simple, but it made Isabelle’s chest warm.

She quite liked Aimee too. Perhaps, it was the vagueness of her relationship ...