Isabelle Blaine's smile froze on her face.
How could this happen!
She remembered that last time at Royal No. 3, Jonas Lawson had said Autumn Blaine liked white roses, and she liked them too, which is why the misunderstanding happened.
The whispers around them were incessant, each more unpleasant than the last, all from people who just loved to stir things up.
Isabelle bit her lip, wishing she could find a hole to crawl into. Her hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms but she didn't feel the pain. Aidan Sullivan stood in front of Aurora Blaine holding flowers, this scene, too blinding!
It felt like a needle had been ruthlessly stabbed into her heart, the pain was excruciating.
The sun shone brightly, Aurora squinted at the man before her, completely baffled by his actions.
Logic dictated that Aidan Sullivan should hate her and find her annoying, so why was he clinging to her instead?
His attitude had shifted drastically.
