Isabel's POV
"Kara, that's really sweet of you, but I've got it covered," I said, trying to keep my tone light as I placed the floral arrangement notes back on the counter.
"Nonsense!" Kara's laughter bubbled over, far too cheerful for the quiet tension humming in the room. "You've got enough on your plate, Isabel. Let me help. Weddings are my specialty."
I glanced at her, catching the glint of something too sharp in her hazel eyes. Her smile was dazzling, her enthusiasm infectious, but there was a hollowness to it that pricked at my nerves.
"Well, if you insist," I replied, letting the words trail off. I hated how unsure I sounded.
Jaxon’s chair scraped against the floor as he stood abruptly. “I’m going for a run,” he muttered, not meeting my eyes.
“Running away again?” Kara quipped
