ISABEL'S POV

I made sure that my eyes were fixed on Anna as I walked through the guests, with my hand entangled in James' hand. It didn't matter if the rest of the guests identified him or not. My public image was the last thing that I cared about at that point.

The only thing that mattered to me was the pain that was about to show on Anna's face.

There was pure shock written all over her. But it was nothing compared to the look of shock that my parents had. It was slightly easier since Dan was nowhere to be found.

“Isabel,” my mom whispered. Somehow, it was...