Gabriel POV
"Well, I need to go now, Izzy," Roderick says. His voice is a bit too loud for normal. Like he wants me to hear it. I stop in my tracks, but I don't turn around.
I can't hear what Isabella says, but Roderick replies to her, "Take care of yourself, sis! Nice flowers, by the way. Maybe I need to buy one for my date as well." He laughs.
Sis? Date? I spin around. Roderick gets into the Maserati. Isabella says goodbye to him, and off he goes.
She studies the flowers for a while and slowly glances up at me. Our eyes lock. And I notice the tears welling up in her eyes. She swallows hard. I come to her in a long stride and hold her cheeks. "Don't cry, please. Don't cry." I whisper to her like a plea. She shakes her head violently; the tears fall from her extreme movement. "Why
