They arrived at the five-star hotel, and as they walked into the grand ballroom, every eye in the room seemed to turn to them. Ethan seemed more nervous than Isabela, and she had a feeling he wanted her there for more than just a simple escort. The ballroom was buzzing, and the journalists' cameras flashed as they approached. Isabela, prepared with Vivienne's advice, answered the questions with grace and confidence. She was poised, articulate, and moved with ease in a world she had only seen in magazines.
As the night went on, different whispers and speculations about her relationship with Ethan began to circulate. "Who is the woman with Ethan Lawson?" "Is it his new stylist? Or something more?" Isabela heard the whispers and smiled. She knew she was exactly where she was meant to be. This was more than just a job; it was a new beginning. She was no longer just a stylist; She had helped him find his way back into the world, and in turn, he had introduced her to a world she never knew she could be a part of.
From Ethan's perspective, the whispers stung less than he imagined. Once, such scrutiny would have made his palms sweat and his chest tighten. But now, with Isabela's steady presence beside him, he felt shielded. Watching her navigate the questions with elegance, he realized the night wasn't about rebuilding only his reputation, it was about rewriting his story. And she had become a chapter he couldn't imagine erasing.