ISABELLE'S POINT OF VIEW
I stood in front of my bedroom mirror, fiddling with the neckline of my dress for what felt like the hundredth time. The deep emerald fabric hugged my figure perfectly, striking a beautiful contrast against my skin. Yet, I scarcely took notice of the reflection staring back at me. Instead, my mind spiraled with the anxiety coiling in my stomach like a restless serpent.
Tonight was the family dinner. The Blakes were coming.
And that meant Nathan would be here.
With a heavy sigh, I pressed my palms against the vanity, breathing deeply to steady myself. Weeks of quiet avoidance loomed over me, weeks of ignoring his texts, dodging calls, and inventing excuses to bypass gatherings, all to keep my heart safe from the inevitable heartbreak.
But the truth was undeniable: I had been flirting with danger.
