Isla's POV
The restaurant is full of the usual sounds—plates clattering, kids laughing, and people chatting. But today, everything feels different. It feels heavy, like something is about to happen. On the surface, everything seems fine, but beneath it, there’s a feeling of something shifting, something I can’t put my finger on.
I glance at Mark. He’s laughing with the kids, making fun of their video game skills. He has this way of making everything seem so easy, and I can’t help but feel like I’m missing something important. And every time I look at him, my heart does something strange. There’s just something about his voice, his smile, and the way he makes me feel like I belong when I'm near him.
I don’t know when it happened—when my feelings for Mark grew beyond admiration. But one t
