ISABELLA’S POV
You know those moments where you think your brain misheard something? Like maybe the universe glitched for a second?
Yeah. That’s what this felt like.
Because surely, surely Jace didn’t just call me his fiancée in front of his aristocratic mother, a villainous socialite, and a woman who literally just oozed “I-own-him” energy.
Right?
Except… everyone was staring.
At me.
At us.
The chandelier didn’t fall. No lightning crashed through the window to save me. No fire alarm miraculously went off to grant me an escape.
Just silence.
Anastasia’s nails tapped once against her wine glass. A single, sharp click that sounded like the beginning of a war.
Mrs Salvador’s lips were pressed into a line so thin it could’ve sliced marble.
Jessie was the first to move, dabbing the
