Isabella’s POV
For the past two days, I’ve managed to avoid Zander. Mostly because my Papa has stuck to me like glue. From the moment I get up in the morning to the minute I go to bed. He’s there.
I get up from the dining room table after supper, and my Papa stands as well.
“Would you like to come to the ladies' washroom with me, Papa?” I stated.
My Mama laughed her head off.
“Watch that smart mouth, mia stellina,” Papa retorted.
I huffed and stomped off towards the washroom. For fluff's sake, Zander didn’t even come to supper. I don’t even know why Papa has to shadow me like a hawk. I stepped into the washroom and locked the door. When I turned around, Zander walked out of the stall.
“Zander,” I whispered. “What are you doing here?”
“This,” Zander said as he took me in an embrac
