Isabella was on her way to the top deck of the Celestine, walking with purpose through the elegant corridors.
She had specifically asked Wren to meet her up there, mostly because she'd seen the observation deck yesterday after they'd returned from the summit and he'd gone to attend to his stepmother Diana's ankle wounds.
Not that Isa minded him taking care of Diana… she actually found his attentiveness kind of sweet but when she'd explored that top deck area last night after everyone had gone to sleep, it had felt like the perfect place to talk properly.
It was somewhere private and beautiful, before they went bowling together or maybe even had breakfast, though she hadn't decided which yet.
"Isabella, we still need to do the photoshoot..." her manager said from behind her, the older woman's voice carrying that familiar tone of professional exasperation.
