Isabella’s POVBy the time I finished getting dressed, Nate was already downstairs, sitting at the dining table and eating breakfast.Normally, I would have pouted until he fed me a piece of bread, enjoying the way he took care of me.But today, I said nothing and sat at the opposite end of the table, all alone.Nate looked up as I took my seat, his expression unreadable.I grabbed a slice of bread and ate in silence.He finished breakfast far faster than I did. Since then, he had been watching me, quiet, his confusion barely hidden.“Is everything… alright?” he finally asked.“Of course,” I said, taking another sip of orange juice, forcing a small smile. “If you’re in a rush, you can go ahead. I can just grab a taxi.”Nate’s eyebrows furrowed deeper. He mumbled, “I can wait for you…”The conversation died, and the comments appeared again.But this time, the context had shifted. They weren’t talking about me and Nate anymore. They were talking about someone else—the beautiful, perfect
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