Chapter 18 - In A Man's Room

Isabella's heart pounded in her chest as she quickly glanced over her shoulder. She had long spotted Lydia's malicious figure lurking in the hallway, and the moment she realized that the woman had caught wind of her embarrassing mishap, Isabella knew she had to act fast. With a quick tug at her dress—now soaked in food and sticky with shame—she turned on her heel and ran. There was no way she would let Lydia have the upper hand and parade her failure like this. She couldn't risk the humiliation; how would she ever hold her head high again if she let this slip slide by? More importantly, she couldn't allow Lydia to get away with her petty scheming. Isabella was already done with being the target of anyone's cruelty. She had a reputation to uphold—at least a shred of it.