Chapter 28
- ISABELLA'S POV
- I can feel my fingers turning into a fist. It's Camilla. She is dressed in a royal blue dress, letting her hair down in a bouncy, wavy curl that drew attention. She looked clearly excellent. Her eyes were glassy, glistening with crocodile tears, and her lips trembled.
- “Please,” she said to the security guard with a tone I couldn't decipher whether it was scornful or remorseful.