Chapter threeIsabella “You don’t get it, do you?” My father barks at me, and I have to force myself to remain neutral. Don’t show any emotion, Isabella. He’ll be more pissed. “I’m sorry,” I say, looking anywhere but at him. “It won’t happen again.”He laughs coldly. “I told you, time and time again, that you are not to come downstairs when I’m in a meeting.”“I didn’t know you were in a meeting, dad,” I sigh, running my fingers through the strands of my hair. “Really. I didn’t know.”“Did anyone see you?” He asks, watching me with a void of emotion on his face. “Answer me, girl. Did any of the men see you?”I shake my head, lying. No one saw me downstairs. The pretty stranger did see me though. But I don’t tell him that. He doesn’t have to know. It’s not like the stranger saw me while I was standing in front of the meeting room. I was in my room. So technically, I didn’t break any of my father’s stupid rules. “What was that?” He presses.My jaw clenches. “No one saw me downsta
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