Adrien's POV
She was laughing again.
Not that polite kind of laugh she gave when she was trying to impress someone. No, this was the real one—the one that caught the edge of her breath and curved her lips like she'd completely forgotten the world was watching.
And I hated it.
Not the laugh.The fact that it wasn't who was getting this laugh, but my mother.
I didn't say anything. Just stood next to her, my hand loosely tangled in hers while my mother's car drove off, playing the role of the good boyfriend and son.
And she didn't pull away.
Not until he showed up.
"Isabell?"
I felt it at the exact moment she heard his voice.
She froze.
Then she pulled her hand out of mine like it had burned her and I wasn't prepared for the stupid little sting it left behind.
What the hell was that???
I turned my head at the same time she did. Some guy was standing a few feet away—average height, expensive coat and the kind of proudness people wear when they think they still have a chance.
