Riley leaned back against the couch, arms crossed, watching Isabel with barely concealed amusement.
"So," she said, tilting her head. "Are you finally going to tell me why you’re here, or did you just come to analyze my apartment and my finances?"
Isabel exhaled sharply, setting her coffee cup down with a little too much force. "Fine. I’ll get to the point."
Riley arched a brow, waiting.
"I don’t approve of your relationship with Ali," Isabel stated, her voice firm.
For a moment, there was silence. Then—
Riley smirked.
"Oh?" she said, leaning forward slightly. "And why should I care about your approval? Are you his mom?"
Isabel’s expression twisted in irritation. "Don’t be ridiculous."
"Then what?" Riley said, shrugging. "Last I checked, Ali is a grown man who can make his own cho
