ISLA
Dinner felt like walking on broken glass. I tried to be invisible, but the conversation kept pulling me back. Oliver’s vicious glares had gone unnoticed by Greg and Lila, who were nothing but warm and friendly. Sitting across from them, Oliver radiated charm, but I knew the cold edge lurking just beneath his pleasant smile.
As the last plate of food was passed around, Greg leaned back in his chair, patting his stomach. “Isla, this meal was incredible. You have a gift.”
“Thank you,” I murmured, wishing the ground would swallow me whole.
Lila dabbed at her lips with a napkin, her eyes sparkling with genuine kindness. “You really do. You must cook like this for Oliver all the time.“
Oliver chuckled softly, the sound rich and smooth. “Yes, she does.”
The warmth in his voice made my
