“No reason!” Nathan replied, dismissing her without a second thought.
Isabella’s nails almost dug into her flesh. “It’s because Victoria is going with you to the banquet, isn’t it?”
Nathan’s face showed a moment of discomfort, but he quickly regained his composure. “Isabella, your sister is more suited for such occasions than you.”
Isabella’s fingers curled into fists.
In Nathan’s mind, it was as if a permanent mark had been etched onto her—one of shallow ignorance, without background or education.
Even though she was now Miss Thea, a globally renowned fashion designer, the prejudice Nathan held against her still stirred feelings of inferiority deep within her.
A stubborn, unyielding determination gripped her. She reassured herself: It’s okay, Isabella, it’s not that you’re not ca
