ISABELLA
I stared at the empty space where Logan had been earlier, my heels clicking loudly against the marble floors as I walked in. His absence was a strange kind of hollow echo.
The house, which had always felt like an extension of my life, seemed quieter tonight. I barely registered the time as I made my way to the stairs, needing to get ready for the party ahead.
The boutique had been a circus of people trying to sell me their most ridiculous ideas. A fancy red dress, ridiculously overpriced and entirely unnecessary for anyone else. But for me? It was just what I needed, even if the whole process was suffocating.
The thought of the party tonight only made the excitement from the boutique feel a little empty.
I shook off that thought. Logan wasn’t my problem right now. Getting dr
