Isabella paused what she was doing as she looked at everyone else in the luxurious changing room.
Not only Zoe was curious about how she looked under the oversized face mask and the baseball cap, but everyone else was staring at her as well.
The silence in the room stretched and before Isabella could figure out how to respond, Diana interrupted the tense standoff.
The mature blonde woman stepped forward, her cheeks dusting with a shy pink as she tried to defend her Stepson's friend.
"Zoe, you can't force her," Diana told her daughter immediately in a soft but firm voice. "She can choose to hide her face if she wants to. This is an invasion of privac—"
"Mom," Zoe interrupted, letting out a long, exasperated breath.
Zoe rested her hands on her hips and turned her gaze back to Isabella looking very unapologetic about it which was classic Zoe.
