ISABEL'S POV

Right from the moment Austin told me where he was working, I knew what he wanted. And now, I was standing in one of my most expensive boots, right in front of the Bonjovi Mansion.

There was a smirk plastered on my face. I leaned in, pressing the doorbell, and took a step back as I heard footsteps approaching.

“Miss Quinn?” Rick, the old butler who was more than familiar with me, asked. I could barely hold back my smile.

“Yes, it's me. You may call me Isabel now.”

He was more than shocked. I could tell. Considering the way I stormed out of the house the moment...