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.
Same breath. Exact same moment.
Aria blinked. She looked at me, then at Isabella, then back at me with the particular 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 the media,
