Isabel’s POV
I smile, snapping out of my thoughts. If Cynthia thinks I’m going to be scared of her for whatever reason, then she’s kidding herself. Whatever she’s here for, I’m ready for it.
Cynthia chuckles, her shoulders shuddering slightly as she looks directly at me, probably sensing the tension in the air. “Oh my! I was just kidding. Don’t tell me you took it that seriously?”
I scoff. “Of course not,” I say smoothly, my tone light but with just enough bite to let her know she doesn’t matter.
For a brief second, her smile falters before she braces up again. “But… on the other hand, I did expect your call. Or maybe a visit? You know, as friends do.”
I push down the irritation rising in me, leaning slightly forward. “Not when you broke the friendship rule. Or did you forget our last
