"Why do I still feel like this isn't real?" Isabella whispered to herself, her voice filled with a sense of helplessness. Sera couldn't help but feel sympathy for the young woman. Isabella's gaze shifted away from Sera's and focused on her own hand.
"Because you're refusing to believe it," Sera whispered, aware of the delicate situation. She didn't want to give Isabella false hope or let her dreams shatter. Deep down, Sera knew that Isabella had feelings for Damian, but he was bound to marry her, and that was inevitable. Moreover, there was something mysterious about Isabella, an underlying secret that Sera could sense.
The door creaked open, interrupting their thoughts. Damian entered the room, running his hand through his jet-black hair, and his eyes landed on the two women.
"I thought you both would already be at the palace. I'll come back," Damian stated, taking a step back.
