Kian had expected Isabella to get embarrassed as usual and blush while hiding her face, but instead her flustered expression immediately shifted into confidence.
"Fine then, I'll come with you," was all she said, and that made Kian pause, his sharp eyes studying her closely.
Because could somebody kindly explain why, whenever Isabella was alone with him, she always turned into a blushing mess, unable to meet his gaze for too long—yet now, in front of these young women, she suddenly carried herself like she feared nothing?
It was like seeing the first Isabella he had known. The one who was bold, unshaken, and scared of nothing in this world. The one who had captivated him from the very beginning.
And it amazed him—because clearly, she could not bear to show even the slightest hint of vulnerability before a crowd.
