AURORA’S POV
“Ah, so this is the little wonder,” a familiar, mocking voice called out as I moved down the hallway, dusting the ornate floors.
I froze. Isabella stood there, arms crossed, a sharp, calculating smile on her lips. “I hear you’ve been spending a lot of time with him,” she said, tilting her head, her eyes glinting with something I didn’t want to name. “No wonder people are talking.”
I set the rag down calmly and met her gaze. “Talking doesn’t bother me,” I said evenly. “And neither should it bother you.”
Her smile twisted. “Oh, but it does. You make people notice you… and you make him notice you. Don’t think I haven’t seen it.”
I felt my stomach tighten but forced a shrug. “If he notices, that’s between us. You should worry about yourself.”
Her laugh was sharp, almost brit
