Chapter 27

• ISABELLA'S POV
• Alain Ortega's private Gala was held in the glass ballroom at Anthony's hotel in West London. Our car pulled up to the grand entrance under a canopy of bright white lights, camera flashes erupting like crickets chirping on a cold night.
• Shaun stepped out first, well composed in his almost matching wine velvets blazer with my crimson dress. He extended a hand to help me out. From the moment my heels touched the red carpet, I could feel every gaze turn.