The Bennett estate hadn’t changed.
If anything, it had only sharpened with time—its wrought-iron gates gleaming beneath floodlights, the manicured lawn cut to geometric perfection, and the windows glowing like the house itself was rehearsing for a coronation.
The gravel crunched beneath the car tires as they pulled into the circular drive. Isabelle stared at the towering columns, remembering how small she used to feel walking through those doors.
She wasn’t small anymore.
But something about this place still made her skin tighten.
Sebastian parked smoothly, then stepped out and moved to open the back door. Elliott climbed out in his tiny tux, tugging at the collar. Amelia followed, her silver dress glittering in the low light as she twirled in her coat.
Isabelle stepped out last, adj
