Isabelle’s POVThere was tension in the room. My mother sat across from me, lips pursed like she just tasted something rancid, which, considering she was yet to touch a bite of her food, might be true. Father sat to my right, swirling a glass of wine he didn't even like, pretending he cared what vintage it was.I rolled my eyes."Darling," he said, his voice curt, "I couldn’t help but notice something strange."I should have known then that whatever followed would be the opposite of harmless.“You and Nathaniel haven’t been seen together lately. Not a single blog, not even a whisper in the Page Six posts. Odd, isn’t it?”I smiled. Not because I wanted to, but because it was the weapon of choice at this table. "We had a bit of a lover’s quarrel,” I said, reaching for my water. “You know how it is. Temporary turbulence.”Mother’s fork clicked softly against her plate. “Turbulence with a Caldwell isn’t wise, darling. They're practically American royalty.”“Please,” I murmured, “he’s not
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