ISABELLE'S POV

I stepped out of Jake’s car, the cool morning air brushing against my skin as I adjusted the held bag close to my chest.

My heels clicked against the pavement as I made my way toward the house, which was at the end of the street,

My mind raced with the tasks ahead, I just had to go pick some documents, changing into my office wear, and then head straight to the meeting at the office, and I knew I had to be fast with it as we were late already.

As I walked closer, something caught my eye. Andrew’s car. It was parked outside, sleek and unmistakable,...