ANNA'S POV

The next morning, I woke up earlier than usual.

For a moment, I just lay there staring at the ceiling, letting everything that had happened yesterday slowly return to my mind. The video. The chaos at the ceremony. Ryan leaving. Isabel’s sudden reappearance and her perfect little act.

My jaw tightened slightly.

I still hadn’t forgotten the way she removed my hand from her shoulder.

That single moment had confirmed what my instincts had already been telling me.

She hadn’t changed.

Not even a little.

I sat up slowly, running a hand through my hair as I took a deep breath. Today was the day I would confirm...