Isabelle’s POV
I didn’t realize how long I’d been staring at my reflection until I blinked and noticed the mascara wand trembling in my hand. I closed the mascara and dropped it on the dresser with a sigh.
High-waisted black jeans, a white knitted turtleneck that hugged me just right, and the black heeled boots Nathan said made my legs look longer than his patience.
It was just a casual night out, I told myself.
So why did it feel like my heart had plans of its own?
The bathroom door swung open behind me, steam trailing out like a ghost, and Nathan stepped through in that usual I’m-not-even-trying kind of fine.
Black jeans, crisp white shirt layered under a navy blue Ralph Lauren sweater, the cuffs rolled just enough to show the expensive watch he wore like an afterthought.
And w
