ISABELLA
As I stepped out of my room, the soft hum of music floated in the air. It was a mix of upbeat indie rock, the kind that makes you tap your foot even when you don’t want to.
I couldn’t help but tense up as I heard laughter coming from down the hall, and that familiar anxiety hit me like a slap to the face. The last thing I wanted was to be recognized.
Not today. Not after everything that had happened. Not after that damn tape. But I had no choice but to move forward.
I peeked around the corner, my heart thumping in my chest.
“Are you kidding me?” I muttered under my breath when I saw it was just Logan, the one man who had been on my mind for far too long, and the maid, who was way too cheery for my taste.
They were talking about something, probably food, knowing Logan, and
