ISABELLE
I arrived at the office before seven.
The building was still quiet. Just a few security guards. The cleaning crew finishing up on the lower floors.
No Heather. No Rachel. No one who would want to talk about Matteo Moretti and his supermodel ex-girlfriend reuniting at his sister’s wedding.
I’d timed it perfectly.
I made my way to my office, set down my bag, and pulled out my laptop.
If I could just bury myself in work. Stay focused. Get through the day without having to smile and nod while everyone gushed about how perfect they looked together—
“Isabelle.”
I froze.
That voice.
I looked up.
Enrico was standing in my doorway.
I must not have closed the door properly when I came in.
“Enrico.” I stood up. “I didn’t realize you’d be in this early.”
“We need to talk.” His t
