The morning after the interrupted almost-kiss, Isabella woke to the soft sunlight streaming through her bedroom curtains. Her body still thrummed with the memory of Alejandro’s proximity—the closeness, the intensity, and the way every inch of him radiated dominance.
She dressed quickly, opting for a sleek black dress—simple, elegant, and precise. She had learned quickly that Alejandro valued presentation that communicated control without drawing unnecessary attention.
Downstairs, the mansion hummed with its usual quiet efficiency. Valentina handed her a tablet displaying the day’s schedule: meetings, appearances, and a private consultation with Alejandro regarding an upcoming charity gala.
“Your presence will be observed closely,” Valentina said. “Alejandro expects perfection.”
Isabell
