ISABELLA
Lena returned to the table with two plates, sliding mine in front of me with a proud grin. “Eat,” she said. “This will help you with whatever stress you're dealing with.” She wasn’t wrong.
We talked as we ate — about her family, the restaurant, her still being single, and my engagement to Adrian. When I mentioned his name, her whole face lit up. “I knew it,” she said, pointing her fork at me. “I knew you two would end up together. I was rooting for you back then.”
I nearly choked on my water. “Lena—”
“What? He was obsessed with you. Everyone knew it.”
I rolled my eyes, but warmth crept up my neck. “We were kids.”
“Kids with chemistry,” she teased. I shook my head, smiling despite myself.
Then her expression shifted — thoughtful, distant. “You know,” she said slowly, “since
