_Zarelle’s POV_
“You have Ryan’s number,” I said. “Why don’t you call him directly?”
“You know how it is,” Isabel said. “Any conversation I have with your brother can’t last five minutes without turning into a fight.”
“Yet, you still want him at your show.”
“Not as my friend. As Ryan the megastar. His name is going to draw a huge crowd.”
“But I’m not his publicist.”
“Please, will you talk to him? At least pass on the invitation? I won’t hold it against you if he says no.”
I had put the call on speakerphone. I saw Ryan nod.
“Fine. My brother will be there.”
“That’s great! See you then!”
Isabel hung up.
Ryan crossed his legs and cleared his throat. “I’m kinda busy. I’ll have to consult my schedule first.”
“That’s not what you said a minute ago,” I pointe
