Chapter Thirty-Four.

Isabella sat into the car, closing the door behind her to silence the incessant beeps from its ignition. It wasn’t until Leonardo sat in as well that he started the engines.

“Have you sent out the invitations?” He threw his head over his shoulders, reversing out the driveway of his massive villa and she pulled out her phone, seeing fingerprints across the screen that wasn’t hers. Arching her brows, Jazzlyn’s words seemed to echo.

“Ma’am.”

“I saw it while it was cleaning.” It wasn’t the first thing that she lost that was all of a sudden magically found by the maid—only if she could give it much thought would she realize the truth staring her in the face. She shook her head, diverting her attention back to Leonardo who grasped the back of her chair while staring back.

“I have.” She cleared her throat and he let his gaze wash over her. “I already requested your dress from your stylist. You have to look pretty tonight.” He said, void of any emotion and she let a lump go down her throat. “