ISABEL'S POV

Melissa's eyes widened. “What the fuck are you talking about?” She asked, raising her voice so high that other people started to look at us. I rolled my eyes, but paused as the waiter started to layer our food on the table with such poise that might have been fascinating to other people. To me, it was normal.

“Is there anything else that you need?” The waiter asked with a french accent. I waved him off.

“Calm down, Melissa,” I finally said in a cool tone that seemed to anger her even more. “The both of us are literally in the same boat. I don't need your husband...