After Alexander’s public rejection, I spent the rest of the day in my dorm room avoiding social media, phone calls, and the inevitable questions about my love life from reporters and classmates. By evening, I was exhausted from the emotional roller coaster and ready to hide under my covers until graduation.
That’s when Nick and Roni appeared at my door with what looked like rescue plans.
“Get dressed,” Roni announced, barging into my room with her usual dramatic flair. “We’re going out.”
“I don’t want to go anywhere. I want to disappear until everyone forgets I exist.”
“Disappearing is not an option,” Nick said firmly. “You’re Isabella Virelli, pharmaceutical heiress and survivor of multiple assassination attempts. You don’t hide from public breakups—you process them with alcohol and b
