Isabella’s POV
I paced around the room, arms crossed, my mind circling the same thought—Asher. What was he doing right now? I knew I shouldn’t be thinking about him, but it was impossible to stop. With a frustrated sigh, I sat on the bed, biting my finger as I grabbed my phone. No messages.
Nothing.
So much for always chasing after me. Maybe I had read too much into his words.
A sudden knock on the door yanked me from my thoughts. I rolled my eyes. It had to be Zachary.
When I opened the door, he stood there, smiling like he owned the world.
"What do you want?" My voice was cold, uninterested.
"Can I come in?" His tone was calm, unaffected.
I stepped aside. "You can."
As he walked in, his gaze wandered around the room like he was seeing it for the first time.
"We have a party to
