Chapter 73

• Isabella's POV.
• We had barely closed the door behind us when I kicked off my heels and sank my ass into the velvet sofa. I couldn't overlook the fact that my head buzzed with different questions and the expensive wine aftertaste clinging to my tongue.
• Dinner with Declan's grandmother had gone surprisingly well. She was a sharp woman who could easily cut through anyone by her words. He told me Ryan was her favourite grandson but from the look of things, it seemed to me she didn't hate Declan.