SOPHIA’S POV
Anita spun toward me so fast I thought her neck would crack. “You invited her? To my house?”
“It’s Jace’s house,” I corrected. “And yes. I did.”
Isabella stepped fully inside, sunglasses on, her belly bump huge, and her expression cold. She didn’t even look at Anita first.
She looked at me and nodded. “Evening, Sophia.”
“Evening,” I answered, sweet and calm. “Come in.”
Anita’s fingers curled at her sides. “Get out. Now. You are not welcome here.”
Isabella slowly pushed her sunglasses up her head and finally looked at her. “You weren’t saying that when you were calling me every day begging me to be your daughter-in-law.”
Anita’s mouth fell open.
I folded my arms, enjoying every second.
“Oh don’t start,” Isabella continued. “You’re the one who wanted a perfect family
