Bianca
I couldn’t get the image of my father’s furious face out of my mind for the rest of the night. The way he’d turned and stormed off, following Mason and Vera… Good riddance to all of them.
“What are you smiling about?” Isaac asked as we made our way back to the reception, his arm slung casually around my waist. He had put his shirt back on, although it remained mostly unbuttoned, giving me tantalizing glimpses of the golden skin beneath.
“Just thinking about how utterly humiliated Mason looked,” I admitted. “And how pissed my father was.”
Isaac grinned and sketched a bow. “Happy to be of service, Princess.”
The ballroom was still bustling once more when we returned, the guests whispering excitedly about the duel they’d just witnessed. No doubt that little display wou
