Fiona stared at her.
Did she flinch?
Flinch?
No, no, Fiona’s paranormal senses were heightened but no way would butter-wouldn’t-melt Isabella Austin Evangelista flinch.
And if she did, why would she, simply upon hearing Prentice say her name?
“This calls for champagne!” Annie screeched, taking Fiona’s thoughts from the impossible flinch and rushing forward, tugging the man along with her and linking arms with Isabella.
“I’ll get it,” Dougal said immediately. “Prentice, a little help?”
“Of course,” Prentice murmured but Isabella spoke.
“One moment, please.”
Everyone stopped, as they would, her voice was still soft, slightly breathy but there was something about it that made you pay attention.
God, Fiona hated her.
“Prentice,” she held her hand out toward him and Fiona would have sucked in breath (again, if she had any), then Isabella turned to the unknown man, “this is Mikey. A friend of Annie and mine from –”
“I remember you mentioning Mikey,” Prentice interrupted and before Isabella could say more, Prentice walked forward hand extended to Mikey.
Isabella dropped her hand, her gaze moved to Dougal then away as Prentice shook Mikey’s hand.
“Pleasure,” Prentice muttered but Mikey pumped his arm like their handshake was the last thing he’d do before he died and he never wanted it to end.
“Prentice Cameron,” Mikey was staring avidly at Prentice then he turned to Isabella and Annie. “Girls, you were holding out. You said he was delicious but you didn’t say he was dee-lish-us.”
Dougal and Fergus (who had joined them) laughed.
Prentice chuckled and carefully disconnected his hand.
Annie giggled.
Isabella adopted her butter-wouldn’t-melt smile, effectively removing herself from the humorous situation entirely as if she was a casual observer, not a participant.
Yes, Fiona hated her.
Before Fiona could let the depths of her hatred settle (which would probably take a million years), the door flew open and Debs, Prentice’s sister, flew in.
Everyone turned and then they tensed.
Fiona grinned. She loved Debs.
And Debs hated Isabella Evangelista.
This, she thought, was going to be good.
Debs, as usual, didn’t disappoint.
She slammed the door behind her, took a step forward and opened her mouth.
Then she shouted, “You f**king bitch!”
Fiona looked at Isabella, her grin still in place but it faltered when she saw the cool look the heartless cow was directing at Debs who, Fiona knew, adored Isabella like a sister (once).