Isabelle walks into the hospital, her stride confident and her expression serene. She's wearing a soft pink sundress and a pair of white flat shoes, and she's carrying a box of macarons.
As she makes her way through the lobby, people can't help but stare at her with a mix of admiration and envy. Some of them recognize her and start gossiping, whispering that she's only acting so nice and lovely because she's the Vice President's fiancée.
Isabelle has heard these kinds of rumors before, and it always stings. But Rayleigh has always been there to remind her not to listen to them.
"I mean, you're beautiful; I'm hot. You travel the world when you're young, and I'm going to inherit a hospital from my dad. My mom is super rich. There's everything about us that makes them jealous," Rayleigh had told her.
