ISABELLE
“I still can’t keep them,” I said, but even I could hear how hollow it sounded.
Sage just smiled. “Sure.”
“I’m serious. These and the blazer—I need to return everything.”
“Okay.”
“I mean it.”
“I believe you.” But her smile said she didn’t believe me at all.
I was about to take them off—I really was—when my phone buzzed on the counter.
“Heather.” I reached for it and brought it to my ear.
“Babe, are you okay?”
My brows drew together. “What do you mean?” I asked, hoping it wasn’t Enrico and his troubles again.
“A colleague forwarded me a post. From Aurora.”
“Oh, that. I saw it two days ago.”
“No, Bella. This one is recent.”
My stomach dropped. “She posted again?”
“She did, the comments are…”
“I’ll call you back.” I ended the call and went straight to the app.
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