Isla POV

I stood in my apartment, finally scrolling through the messages I had ignored since the engagement party.

Ronan's messages were a mess-begging, pleading, then lashing out in anger. My coworkers sent kind words, trying to console me. My mother, of course, left a string of insults, blaming me for embarrassing her precious Vivienne.

But Vivienne herself was silent. I had expected her to reach out. She didn't.

I scrolled further and stopped at my father's message. Just one line:

"When you're ready, Isla, I want to talk to you privately."

I didn't respond. I dropped my phone and sighed. There was too much to do. First, Carmilla and...