(Isolde's POV)
Tristan was still waiting for my answer, his smile easy and confident, like this was the most natural thing in the world.
I kept my expression neutral.
He had no idea who I was. That much was obvious. Victoria's half-sister from a mistress wasn't exactly the kind of family detail she'd bother mentioning to her arranged match.
"I'm the assistant," I said simply. "I just brought the coffee."
Before Tristan could say anything else, Orion's voice cut through the room.
"Tristan." His tone dropped ten degrees. "Don't you have somewhere to be?"
Tristan glanced back at Orion, unbothered.
I took that as my cue.
"I'll get back to work," I said, nodding to both of them. "Excuse me."
I turned and walked toward the door.
I could feel eyes on my back. I didn't need to guess who
