As the first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, Isabella stirred, slowly waking up from a deep and restful sleep.
She blinked, her eyes open to find Vincent sitting on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on her with an intensity that made her heart skip a beat.
"Good morning," she murmured, her voice still heavy with sleep.
Vincent's expression was a mix of concern and agitation. "Morning," he replied, his voice tight. He held up a piece of paper, and Isabella immediately recognized it as the business proposal from Mrs. White. "I found this in the drawer," he said, his tone demanding an explanation.
Isabella sat up, pulling the sheets around her. "I was going to tell you about it," she began, her mind racing to find the right words. "Mrs. White approached me with this propos
