ISABELLA'S POV
I could barely recognise myself as I stared back at my reflection in the mirror. The satin dress clung to my body in all the right places. My hair, which was usually a mess, now fell in tousled waves that framed my face. The woman I see in the mirror looks more composed and confident, but somewhere inside me, I knew the reality was far from the polished exterior.
Today was the day I would finally meet Adrian's father. The most anticipated and most dreaded part of what I’d gotten myself into. My palms were already dry, my throat itching. My heart thudded in my chest, and each beat felt more like a reminder that there was no turning back.
I hadn't learned much about him besides what Adrian had stated in the paper yesterday.
Last night, he had sent Lucas over to make sure I memorised everything repeatedly like my life depended on it —
Uhhh…perhaps it does.
Just then, I heard a soft knock on the door, breaking through my thoughts. I turned quickly, smoothing my palm ov
