~ Isabella’s POV

I was still standing before the mirror, lost in thought, when I heard a soft knock on the door. Before I could respond, the door creaked open, and Luscious stepped inside, his presence immediately filling the room.

"I didn’t think you’d spend the night here," he said, his tone light, though his eyes scanned me with concern.

I turned to him, smiling. "I must’ve been more tired than I realized," I admitted. "The books… all the information… it was overwhelming."

His gaze fell on the scattered books on the table, and a small smirk tugged at the corners of his lips. "You’ve been busy," he said, walking...