The city skyline stretched wide and glittering beyond the restaurant’s floor-to-ceiling windows, the soft hum of conversation blending with the distant sound of clinking glasses. It was a place meant for quiet luxury, for effortless charm.
Marcus had picked the perfect setting. Yet another restaurant date. She couldn’t be bored with with it yet.
But Isabelle could barely taste the wine in her glass.
Her mind was still back at the house. Still replaying the moment Victoria stepped through the door, looking so damn comfortable, like she belonged there. Like she was the future Sebastian had chosen.
It shouldn’t have mattered.
She had no right to care.
And yet—
She did.
“Earth to Isabelle.”
Marcus’s voice pulled her back, his expression amused as he watched her from across the table.
