ISABELLE
Birthday?
My birthday?
But I hadn’t-I never mentioned—
And… baby?
My mind spun, confusion and hope warring inside me.
We’d never used pet names. Never called each other anything but our actual names.
Was this for me?
Or were we in the wrong place?
I turned to Matt, my mouth opening to ask if we were in the wrong villa, when something else caught my eye.
Pictures.
Framed photos scattered across the mantel, the side tables, propped up on stands.
Pictures of me.
I stepped closer, my hand trembling as I picked one up.
It was from last week. Me in Matt’s shirt, curled up on his couch, laughing at something off-camera.
I had no idea he’d taken it.
Another photo. Me at his kitchen counter, stealing a strawberry from his plate, completely unaware.
Another. Me asleep in h
