"Of course, happy to accommodate Ms. Bennett."
Isla got pushed aside entirely. Hearing his amused tone and watching Bianca practically preen, something cold settled in her chest.
Bianca wasted no time throwing the door open and sliding in next to Grayson.
"Thank you, Mr. Vale," she said, batting her lashes with practiced shyness.
Isla climbed in after and settled at the far end. Bianca, seated close beside Grayson, radiated giddy anticipation. Grayson himself looked oddly content, an easy smile on his face.
Maybe she actually pulled it off.
Isla had barely sat down when a sharp pain shot through her leg.
"Ow!"
Bianca had pinched her, hard, out of sight.
"Isla, you okay?" Bianca asked, all fake concern.
Behind Grayson's back, her expression twisted with irritation, punctuated by a
