Chapter 19

EMOTIONAL FALLOUT

POV: Isabella

The garden was quiet, the morning sun spilling gold across the manicured lawns. I settled into one of the wrought-iron chairs, laptop balanced on my knees, and tried to focus on the stack of work I had waiting. Two big events in two days—who does that? I muttered silently to myself, shaking my head. The mafia gala yesterday, with Adrian acting like he owned the world while I tried not to melt under his gaze, and the meeting this morning that had ...