Bianca
The color of the elegant but summery satin dress I had picked out—a soft lilac—complimented my eyes perfectly. My hair was casual but sleek, pinned up into an easygoing updo that showed off my neck. I’d painstakingly chosen the right shoes, eventually opting for a pair of straw wedges that peeked out perfectly from beneath my ankle-length skirt.
I looked good. Professional, but not overly so. Casual but put-together in a very elegant way. Perfectly prepared for a meeting between friends at the yacht club.
So why did I feel like such a mess inside?
I knew I shouldn’t care if Isaac decided to have an affair with Ella. What was between us was a business arrangement and nothing more. The contract we’d signed didn’t include fidelity clauses. If Isaac wanted to sleep with
