Even though she was smiling, there was an odd intensity in her eyes, like she was daring me to react.
“There isn’t a day that goes by without your name being mentioned around me,” she added.
I raised an eyebrow, my patience thinning. “And that’s my fault?”
She shrugged nonchalantly. “Somehow.”
We sat there, staring at each other without blinking. The silence between us stretched longer than I was comfortable with. Then, just as I was about to speak, Isabelle suddenly chuckled—like I was the punchline of some joke I wasn’t in on.
“Relax, I’m not here to cause trouble,” she said with a grin, dropping her purse onto the table with a little more force than necessary. Her red-painted acrylic nails rested on the desk beside it. “I’m actually here to apologize.”
My brows shot up, nearly di
