Isla POV

The day was finally here.

I stood in front of the mirror, wearing the simple pale pink dress I had chosen for the engagement party—soft, elegant, unassuming. The kind of dress that wouldn't draw attention until I wanted it to. I carefully applied mascara to my lashes, smiling as I admired how I looked.

My hair was styled into smooth, silky waves that fell to my back. My eyes were lined with dark mascara and liner, my lips painted in a dull pink color. I picked up my purse and pulled out the USB drive. Small, unassuming—easy to overlook. But it held everything. Every message, every photo, every...