Isabella
By the time I arrived at the Louvre Hotel that afternoon, my hands were shaking slightly around the handle of my cane, not from pain, but from nerves.
I stood outside the private dining lounge for several long seconds staring at the closed doors while my heartbeat thudded unevenly inside my chest.
It had been years, years. So long that part of me had started believing I no longer deserved this meeting, or him, or anything at all.
The last time Logan saw me properly, we’d argued so badly he nearly shattered the glass table in Father’s study.
I still remembered every word.
If you marry him, you’re choosing him over your family.
And I had. God, I had, and look at where that had gotten me.
At the time, I truly believed love meant sacrifice. I thought if I loved William hard
