ISABELLE
“I know that look. Just say it.” I set my phone aside and turned to face Sage. We were curled up on the long couch in her living room, her legs tucked beneath her.
“Were you able to find out who sent the lunch?”
I nodded.
“It’s not who I think it is, is it?”
“Depends on who you’re thinking.” My voice came out quieter than I intended.
“Not Enrico trying to soften you up?”
A laugh escaped me. “No. Ironically, I didn’t see him once today. Just his girlfriend — she came to find me in the break room. She saw Aurora’s post and decided I was the problem.”
“Why is everyone coming for my sister?” Sage shook her head.
“I actually understand where she’s coming from. Being Enrico’s girl isn’t exactly a secure position, and she didn’t want to lose whatever she has. We exchanged words.
