Chapter 475 Isla Doesn't Approve
- *Isaac*
- I watch her leave my office, taking note of the way she moves, the way her long red hair nearly touches her waist as it sways. She looks at me over her shoulder before slipping out of the room, and those stormy blue eyes settle on mine.
- She is familiar. But is she really the young woman I danced with at the ball all those years ago?