ISABEL'S POV

“My plan is going perfectly, Melissa. I told you I was the master planner, and that’s why I couldn’t stay with Austin. If I did, his laziness and lack of will to lead would rub off on me, and soon enough we would be in the same situation,” I said, moving playfully around my room as Melissa sat on the edge of the chair, watching me with a look that was a mixture of confusion and irritation.

I twirled once, my bare feet brushing against the rug as I walked past my dressing mirror, admiring how calm and in control I looked. Everything was finally aligning the way...