The more she had once longed for Silas Lockwood to declare his love for her in public, the more she now wished that everything that had just happened was only a dream.
Unfortunately, fate always seemed to have other plans for her.
"Isabelle..." Silas Lockwood called her name, his voice laced with a hint of pleading.
He had gone all-in, laying his cards on the table in front of everyone. Now, victory or defeat was entirely in her hands. He hoped she would rule in his favor.
He knew a confession wouldn't solve everything. Afterward, they would still have to face countless societal challenges and complications. But as long as she was willing to take his hand again in this moment, he would consider it a victory.
Isabelle Prescott took a shallow breath. "Come downstairs with me. We'll talk down there."
She didn't reject him in public, wanting to let Silas Lockwood keep his last shred of dignity.
