But then, the door opens.
Aleks is standing there, looking annoyed. I don’t have time to see if he looks disheveled or mussed or guilty. I just shove past him and Lydia, pushing my way into the office.
I swivel towards the fourth person in the room. Yulia was right. There is a woman in his office.
But unlike what I feared, she’s not naked.
She looks different than I remember. Her hair is a little longer, a little more styled. She’s more toned, too. Hardened. Her cheekbones are sharper, her jaw more angled.
“Am I hallucinating?” I whisper out loud.
Isabella stares at me as though she’s taking me in, too. For a moment, she doesn’t look like she knows how to react. Then she shakes it off.
“No, Liv, you’re not hallucinating,” she whispers back.
I’m shocked, but the undeniable feeling r
