Isabela POV
I had loved Lucas DiGiallorenzo since I was seventeen years old, long before Camilla, long before anyone thought to ask me whether my feelings mattered at all in the arrangement of his life.
It was a small thing at first. A crush, the kind girls are supposed to grow out of. Except I never did, and by the time Camilla arrived on his arm, beautiful and easy and entirely unaware of what she had taken from me simply by existing in the right place at the right time, I had already spent years quietly rearranging my whole life around the hope that one day he might look at me the way he looked at her.
I remember asking my mother once, not long after Camilla and Lucas announced their engagement, why some women simply got to have everything without trying, while the rest of us stood a
