Isla POV

The dinner was still going on. I couldn't take it anymore. Lucian was still teasing me under the table, and I definitely knew Carmilla suspected something.

I stood abruptly from my seat, muttering, "I'm going to use the restroom."

I didn't look at anyone and just walked away from my seat. I finally made it to the front of the restroom door, sighing in relief, my face blushing red as I touched my cheeks.

Why was he acting so reckless? He definitely just came to this dinner to act reckless... but that meant he wanted this-whatever this was-to be a regular thing.

Before a smile could play on...