Chapter 11 Isabelle’s POV The bakery had always been my escape—a place where the scent of freshly baked bread and pastries drowned out the noise of my reality. But today, I couldn't shake off the unease creeping up my spine. Travis' reaction to Sebastian's name had stuck with me. That deep frown, the way his jaw had tightened—he knew something. And I needed to know what. I finished my business with Lady Frigerthon, packed up my things, and decided to head home. As I turned a corner, my phone buzzed in my pocket. A glance at the screen made my stomach drop. Dad. I hesitated before answering. “Hello?” “Where are you?” His voice was clipped, impatient. “At the market,” I replied cautiously. “Why?” A sigh crackled through the phone. “Your stepmother wants us to have dinner together tonight.” I nearly scoffed. Us? As in, the father who barely acknowledged me, the stepmother who always found a reason to criticize me, and the stepsister who lived to make my life miserable? “Isabe
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