Isadora pov
I stood in front of my closet, staring at the rows of dresses I rarely wore.
Tonight was the gala, the company event Marcus had insisted I attend as his dutiful wife.
I'd agreed for all the wrong reasons.
I told myself it was a distraction…a way to get my mind off the aching need that had consumed me for the past five days.
It has been five days since Richard left me trembling and denied. Five days of no contact, no messages, nothing.
But I was lying to myself.
The real reason why I had agreed was because Marcus had mentioned casually that Richard was out of town on business but might return in time for the gala.
That one word …might… was enough to make my decision.
I pulled out a black dress with a neckline that dipped just low enough to be interesting without being
