Isabella's POV
Music blasts from the in-house where Juliet works part-time and I stroll in, shrugging off my tote bag and glancing around for her in the bar.
There is a low-class club attached to the back of the bar and Juliet works inside mostly. She is charged with the duty of offering drinks to the clients inside the clubhouse.
Not finding her in here, I know she must be inside the clubhouse, probably trying to persuade one of the men for a tip.
My emotions are all over the place and I am trying so hard to calm myself down and search for a reasonable excuse for her actions.
There is no excuse for what she did. No excuse for not informing me beforehand.
I didn't tell her about my decision to become Jayden's wife over the phone because I wanted us to meet in person before telling he
