FATE: Sweet little cheat
But when it became clear their expectations wouldn’t be met, they began to lose interest.
Had they known Isabella better, however, they would have realized she wasn’t one to back down.
She glanced at Jane, peacefully finishing her dessert, then took a deep breath and, mustering all her resolve, broke the silence:
“We need to talk about Jane.”
Damian, holding his wine glass, set it back on the table and slowly rose to his feet.
“I’m tired. We’ll talk later.”
He said it calmly—coldly, even—but his voice carried one message: the conversation was over.
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