**Isabella**
I chuckled awkwardly, trying to hide my surprise at seeing Ian and the unknown girl. "I just remembered my mother wasn't feeling quite well," I lied, hoping to mask my discomfort.
Razor nodded slowly. "I'll make sure we go to visit your parents together soon," he said, his tone comforting.
"Thank you," I replied, genuinely relieved. It was a welcome distraction from the fucking scene unfolding at the nearby table.
As I focused back on my food, my eyes kept darting to Ian and the girl. They were sitting too close for comfort, his arm wrapped around her neck. She looked young, with light blond hair and heavy makeup.
Anger boiled within me. He hadn't mentioned a girlfriend. But why did it bother me? It wasn't like I had feelings for Ian. Maybe I felt he should be trying to get me out of here instead of enjoying himself with some girl.
"Are you sure you're alright?" Razor raised an eyebrow, sensing my unease.
