Before I could figure out how to respond to Alexander’s implicit threat, the balcony doors burst open with theatrical flourish. Julian appeared wearing his midnight blue tuxedo and an expression of royal mischief that suggested he was about to create chaos for everyone involved.
“Isabella! There you are, darling. I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
Behind him, I caught glimpses of camera flashes and what looked like paparazzi positioning themselves for photos. Julian had brought an audience to whatever performance he was about to stage.
“Julian,” Alexander’s voice was ice-cold, “this isn’t a good time.”
“On the contrary, it’s the perfect time.” Julian moved onto the balcony with fluid grace, pulling something from his jacket pocket. “Isabella, my dear, beautiful, magnificent Isabell
