Isla POV

I stared at my food, pushing it around my plate. My mind was elsewhere. I couldn't wait for the day to be over. I needed to see Mr. Vale. I needed to talk to him. I needed to feel like myself again.

"Hey, Isla."

I blinked, looking up. Carmilla was watching me, her brow furrowed.

"Yeah?"

"I asked if you wanna hang out after work," she said, smiling. "With us. It's been a while."

I looked at her, the words Eric had said still fresh in my mind. She's the daughter of a rich man. She's hiding it. Her being friends with you is strange.

I looked away....