Isabelle’s POV
We’d been seated for maybe fifteen minutes, long enough for small talk and first impressions to set in.
Chase and Kourtney has something come up so they weren't here.
Nathan had already introduced me to everyone at the table—Keiran and Hazel, Malcolm and Aurora, and Lizzy and Randy—his “college crew,” as he called them.
Everyone except Kristen.
She was already here when we arrived, legs crossed on the edge of the U-shaped couch, arms draped along the back like she owned the damn place. She didn’t stand when we walked in.
Didn’t smile. Didn’t even blink. Just stared, like I was the fly in her wine.
Whatever. Let her stare.
I sat tucked under Nathan’s arm, my hand resting on his thigh as our orders were placed. The clink of cutlery, soft jazz in the background, and
