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Isabella’s cheeks flushed as Lucifer cleared his throat, his usual calm demeanor faltering for a split second.
"It’s not like that Cassie," Isabella began, struggling to explain.
But Cassandra waved her off. "No excuses, enjoy your stay, no need to be shy in front of your family?"
Lucifer turned to Isabella, his expression was unreadable. "Shall we?" he asked with an even tone, though she could sense the tension beneath.
With no other choice, she nodded, her thoughts already spiraling as they headed toward the room prepared for them.
Isabella pushed the door open to the room that had been prepared for her and Lucifer.
The large room was elegantly designed, with a king-sized bed in the center, draped in soft pastel sheets, with a plushie couch and huge wardrobes.
Isabell
