Isabella Martini - POV
"Bella?"
"Bella?" I was snapped out of my trance when I felt Arlo's hold on my waist tighten. I turned around to face him when I saw a suspicious look on his face. "You look a little agitated. What's wrong?" he asked me while my eyes moved towards the bar again, but it was like I had been imagining it, Gael was nowhere in sight.
Maybe I am being paranoid.
"N…nothing, I thought I saw something," I confessed, and before Arlo could question me further, someone came to speak to him while I was discreetly looking around the ballroom. I shouldn't have come here.
"Come," Arlo said in a low tone as he guided me further into the ballroom.
"Alpha Bianchi, it's an honor to finally meet you." my attention was turned around towards a man standing in front of us. He looked a little older than Arlo, but the power radiating off him clearly told me that he was a powerful alpha.
"Likewise, Alpha Liam," Arlo said.