DOMINIC'S POV
“Hello Dominic,” Isabella said with a smile.
Aria turned to look at Isabella with the bright, uncomplicated expression of someone who had just heard something interesting.
"You know him?"
The question landed in the gallery like a stone into still water.
Isabella looked at me.
I looked at Isabella.
"No," I said.
"Yes," Isabella said.
We spat out at the same exact moment. Same breath.
Aria blinked. She looked at me, then at Isabella, then back at me with the expression of someone waiting for the adults in the room to sort out whatever was happening.
"Okayyyy," she said slowly. The word stretched just enough to ask the question without asking it.
Isabella recovered the way she always recovered. Smooth, immediate, the surface closing over without a ripple.
"From th
