I let out a small sigh of relief when I saw the article. Within a couple of hours, media focus shifted from Isaac’s escapades to Ethan’s philanthropy. Ethan was too good for Isaac. Too good for both of us, honestly.
He didn’t have to do that. He hardly knew either of us, especially me. But he had used his own resources to protect us. To protect me.
It was… nice. Having someone on my side for a change.
As I was heading to my final dress fitting, I nearly collided with my father in one of the palace hallways. He was dressed immaculately as always, not a silver hair out of place, his expensive suit perfectly tailored.
“Bianca,” he said coolly. “I’ve been looking for you. Mason told me you slapped him.”
I lifted my chin. “I did. He deserved it.”
Surprisingly, my father
