The invite he gave to Isla was not really a request, It was an order.
Dante walked into Isla's room as though he still owned it, his firm jaw signified that there was no room for discussion, "Get ready," he said, while throwing a black silk dress onto the bed, "You will be with me tonight."
She moved her fingers across the material, it was soft and and semed expensive, but she did not pick it up, "What if I say no?" she asked, with an even voice.
Dante looked at her sharply, "Then I will take you there myself."
For a while, Isla just looked at him, thinking about what the cost for argueing would be. She knew he was serious, and with a quick breath, she turned away and started to change into the gown. He let her change alone but stayed by the doorway like a shadow, a shadow reminding her that he watched every choice she made.
