There was a slow burning warmth coursing through Isabelle’s veins. It was so unlike the ice she usually felt, she felt in danger of going into shock. She sat in a comfortable arm chair by the fire, roasting marshmallows and surrounded by people she could confidently name as friends.
It was quite possibly the best day of her life, certainly the happiest she’d been in months. If Tate were here too, it would be a perfect day.
“Jace is, like, the sweetest ever,” Kandi gushed for the hundredth time.
“Who knew, right?” Kerry quipped.
“Certainly not me,” Giselle added. “I’ve known that kid most of my life and I had no idea he had a romantic bone in his body.”
“I know! Remember that one time at camp…”
Isabelle frowned slightly as they began to tell stories about Jace and his many conquests a
