I S A B E L L A
My father tenses immediately, a harsh expression forming on his face. He is silent for a moment before he exhales, and finally, after what feels like forever, he speaks.
"No." The single word is enough to send a jab right through my chest. But I expected as much.
"No?" I repeat, eyebrows lifting. Even after I’ve explained myself, all he can say is no?
"Just like that?" I question him, my defiance rising as I struggle to keep myself calm.
His face hardens. "I won't allow it, Isabella. You have enough people to protect you."
I let out a dry laugh, crossing my arms. "You won't allow it?" I shake my head.
"You're acting like I'm asking for permission." I snap at him, and I watch his nostrils flare up as fury crosses his features.
"Because you are." His voice is sharp, u
