Isabella admitted she was nervous. Her mother could be an overbearing pain the ass. Tonight, was her father’s birthday party and Cam had agreed to come. When she’d let her mother know, her mother had insisted both Portia and Gideon accompany him.
Her parents were one thing, but the entire Ruiz clan was another. He’d met her father, Elian, and Clara. He’d seen Amelia briefly, but her family were the kind of people who were in your face, loud and obnoxious. Portia had said her family consisted of Cam’s parents, his sister and nephew and she didn’t have much contact with her mother’s family any longer. What would she think of the insanity of this group?
She rocked on her foot and noted her mother in the window of the private rooms on the second floor of Pygmalion scowling at her. Her mother
