Dahlia's POV
"Isabelle, you shouldn't trust a single word from this woman's mouth. What could she possibly understand about anything?" The woman draped in purple silk locked her eyes onto mine, her smile dripping with icy disdain.
"If you choose not to believe me, that's perfectly fine," I responded with deliberate slowness, then pivoted to link my arm through Lorena's. Exhaustion crept across my features. "Let's find somewhere to get coffee. I need to sit down."
"Wait." Isabelle's voice cut through the air sharply.
"What exactly do you want from her?" Lorena immediately positioned herself between us like a protective shield. She knew Isabelle's reputation for intimidation all too well.
The Mathews family heiress had built her reputation on arrogance and treating others like they were beneath her notice. However, with her sights set on marrying Soren, she had learned to mask her natural hostility.
