The grand dining room of Alejandro Cruz’s mansion gleamed under the warm glow of crystal chandeliers. Every surface polished to perfection, every chair aligned with precision. Isabella stood just inside the doorway, her fingers lightly grazing the smooth edge of her seat as she took in the scene.
This was not a casual dinner. It was a performance. And she was the centerpiece.
Alejandro entered silently from the far end, dressed impeccably in a tailored black suit, his presence commanding immediate attention. He paused for just a moment, eyes locking onto hers across the room, and Isabella felt the weight of his gaze like a tangible force pressing against her chest.
“Miss Moretti,” he said smoothly, nodding in acknowledgment. “You look… precise.”
She swallowed, keeping her composure. “T
