ISABELLA
Matteo was late.
I had shifted the meeting till noon as per his request.
The conference room had been set and I was just overseeing things when I heard a small tear. And it came from me.
I rushed into the bathroom just outside the conference room and groaned when I saw that he slit in my skirt had torn a few inches higher.
Just my luck.
I entered a stall, and fiddled with the skirt in an attempt to tie the ends of the thread to stop it from tearing more when the door opened, and someone entered.
Not someone. There were too different footsteps, and the voices that followed confirmed it.
“I really hate her right now.” Of course it had to be Liv.
I rolled my eyes and continued with my thread, not in the mood for office gossip, until I heard my name.
“Isabella is the luckies
