Isabel's POV
"Kara," I said, my voice shaking with anger and disbelief. "If you've got something to say, then say it. But make it quick because I've had just about enough of this circus."
The room was holding its collective breath. Every last guest sat frozen, their gazes darting between me, Jaxon, and the woman who had just blown in and decided to blow everything to pieces.
Kara's lips curved into this half-smile-smug, almost-but there was something uneasy about it. Like she wasn't as in control of the moment as she wanted us to believe. She looked at me, then at Jaxon, her eyes narrowing.
"I didn't want to do this," she started, louder than she needed. "But I can't stand here and let this wedding happen under false pretenses."
False pretenses?" I repeated, my voice cold enough to sh
