Bianca
Three days after Ethan’s party, I was having a nice, peaceful breakfast in the palace dining room when Isaac suddenly stormed in with a newspaper clutched in his hand and a scowl on his face.
“Have you seen this?” he demanded, slapping the paper down in front of me.
I picked it up and nearly choked on my toast. The headline read: “PRINCE CHARMING AT LAST? HOW LADY RAVENWOOD TAMED THE LYCAN PLAYBOY.”
Beneath the headline was a large photo of Isaac at the charity auction, putting the necklace on for me. The necklace that I still wore now.
It was a good photo. Too good, actually.
“Page six,” Isaac said.
I flipped through the paper to find a two-page spread dedicated to what the writer called “Isaac’s Incredible Transformation.” There were more photos—Isaac b
