ISABELLA'S POV
I must have dozed off along the way, lulled into a peaceful sleep by the gentle sway of the car and the rhythmic hum of the engine. A sudden lurch jolted me awake.
My eyelids fluttered open to the golden hue of the sun streaming through the window. I shifted slightly in my seat and blinked, trying to comprehend my surroundings.
“We're here, Isabella.” Adrian's voice broke through the fog in my mind – his tone was low, almost tender.
I turned my gaze to the window, and my breath caught in my throat. The house – it looked like something out of a dream – a tall building with floor-to-ceiling windows painted in a soft, creamy ivory, and it made Adrian's house look humble in comparison.
Suddenly, I felt something wash over me. I realised I wasn't really prepared for this. Not mentally, not emotionally. Not what might be waiting inside. A sudden ache pounded in my chest. I turned to Adrian slowly, my gaze hovering over him for a while.
My fingers curled into my lap, seeki
