ISABELLA'S POV
Before I could even turn towards him, I felt his presence beside me, filling the space on the balcony. His warmth was overwhelming, so close that it sent waves of heat through me. Gripping the railings tightly, I tried to calm my racing heart, forcing myself to focus on the view ahead.
There was a thick silence between us, but I could feel his eyes on me, glancing occasionally. My thoughts drifted back to our earlier conversation, to his apology and the promise he made. We hadn’t finished the talk because we were interrupted. And I still hadn’t given him an answer—whether or not I was willing to let him back into our lives.
But then, was I really ready enough for that?
"About earlier..." His voice was slow, finally breaking the silence.
I glanced at him briefly before I
