Kayla
“Kayla, can we talk?”
Isabella’s smile was too sweet, her tone too soft, and her eyes too sharp for me to believe that this was going to be a casual chat. I didn’t trust that woman, not for a second, but curiosity got the better of me. What could she possibly want to say to me now, of all times?
“Fine,” I said, gripping my drink glass tightly. “What do you want to talk about?”
“I just wanted to say that the wedding was absolutely beautiful,” Isabella said, although the way her eyes flicked disapprovingly across my mother’s wedding gown wasn’t lost on me. I was pretty sure she didn’t know it was my mother’s dress, but it was very sexy, and she definitely didn’t like that. “And I’m sorry for all the trouble in the past with Liam, you, and myself.”
“That’s… nice of y
