Isabel fumbled with the zipper of her dress, her fingers trembling slightly, her mind still spinning from the way Isaac had pulled it up so casually, like it was nothing at all.
She changed back into her regular clothes slowly, smoothing the wrinkles down with shaking hands, before grabbing the shopping bags the assistants had packed neatly by the fitting area.
As she walked out toward the front of the boutique, she caught sight of Isaac standing near the glass doors, flipping through his phone, one hand tucked into his pocket.
She swallowed and crossed the room toward him, the quiet click of her shoes the only sound besides the soft hum of music overhead.
“Thank you,” she said quietly, her voice a little shy.
He gave a small nod, not looking up.
Just then, one of the boutique manag
