Chapter 4

"Isabela! You're here," Alexander called out the instant he spotted me. "Come sit with me."

He waved me over.

Makenna's gaze locked onto me. Then, without warning, she spoke.

"That dress is rather nice," she said coolly. "But it's completely wasted on you."

I glanced down.

It was the cloud-brocade gown Alexander had gifted me days earlier. The fabric was light and flowing, embroidered so subtly that when I moved, it shimmered like moonlight.

Before I could respond, Makenna turned to Alexander.

"Alex, I want that dress. Tell her to take it off and give it to me."

My blood…