Dominic
Isabella shifted in her chair, suddenly feeling self-conscious.
She took a glass and poured herself orange juice. She gulped half of it in one go.
Dominic put butter and strawberry jam on his toast and looked up at her. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. This is not a real marriage, Dominic." She blurted, hating herself for the heat she could feel warming her cheeks.
"It is to me. Hence the need for us to go away."
He took a bite from his toast, and she watched him chew it slowly. The sight was mesmerizing.