ISABELLA'S POV
Aria was already there when I walked in.
She sat at the window table with her menu open and her left hand resting at the edge of the table.
Her engagement ring caught the light when she reached for her water glass. A clean, precise flash. I saw it from the door and made myself breathe before I crossed the room.
"Sorry, am I late?" I set my bag down politely and sat.
"No, not at all. I was early." She smiled. The easy, open kind. "I've been looking forward to this all week."
“Oh.” I felt a pull in my chest but I won't let her niceness kill my resolve.
We ordered. Aria talked about the gala, the sales, Clara's excitement about a second show already in discussion, Vincent's face when the fifth piece sold. She talked with her hands, the ring moving through the air as sh
