It had been a week since the kiss in the rain, and Isabella was more confused than ever. Every time Dominic came for his meetings with Don, he would walk past her without a glance, acting as if nothing had happened. This drove her insane, and she had picked at her cuticles until they were raw.
One day, as Dominic exited the study, chuckling at something Don had said, Isabella stood up, unable to take it any longer. "Papa, I was wondering, can I go with you guys on your rendezvous?" she asked quietly.
Don sighed, glancing at his watch and then at Dominic, who remained expressionless. "I guess it is the safest you can be. Come on," he said.
Isabella smiled, falling into step beside her father. They walked down the grand staircase, the echo of their footsteps filling the silent hall. Outsi
