3rd Person
Isabel spent most of Ella and Sinclair’s mating ceremony distracted.
The problem wasn’t that she didn’t feel overjoyed for her new friends, it was simply that her own mind was focused elsewhere. And though that focus wasn’t very far away at all – it was complete. Indeed, Isabels’s full attention was locked on James, who sat behind the Vanaran delegations with Sadie bouncing in his lap. The pilot’s dark hair was slicked back and his strong jaw was clean shaven for once. He filled out his velvet-lined dinner jacket so completely that Isabel worried the seams might burst, and it didn’t help that she could smell him as clearly as if he stood beside her, like oakmoss, amber and sea salt... And something else that was solely James.
As the besotted couple exchanged their vows, Isab
