~ Isabella’s POV

Lucian glanced at me as we walked through the lobby. “I wanted to show you this because… well, I think you might like what we’ve got planned here. You’ve always had a good eye for things.”

I blinked, feeling a bit overwhelmed. “Me? What do you mean?”

He stopped in front of a section of the showroom, gesturing to a display of beautiful outfits. “I know you’ve been through a lot, and I wanted to give you something that makes you feel special. I’m having some of these pieces customized for you.”

I stared at him, completely floored by what he was saying. “You’re… making clothes for...