Captive Princess (Sophia) novel Chapter 6

“A gathering between the families.”

Not wanting to be alone in this house full of our memories, I nodded.

At seven that evening, Vincent’s car pulled up to a private club.

I followed him inside and found the place lavishly decorated with flowers and streamers.

It didn’t look like any mafia gathering I’d ever been to.

Before I could ask, I heard a familiar voice.

“Vincent! You’re finally here!”

Isabella, in a white evening gown, fluttered over like a butterfly. She saw me, and her expression faltered for a fraction of a second before she plastered on a sweet smile.

“Sophia’s here too! That’s wonderful!”

I glanced around and saw a large banner that read, “Welcome Home, Isabella.”

It was a welcome party. For her.

Vincent had brought me to Isabella’s welcome home party.

Vincent walked over, shot me a warning look, then said gently to Isabella, “Don’t cry. Your eyes will get swollen.”

He took out a handkerchief and dabbed at her tears. Isabella’s tears turned to a smile. She blinked her wet lashes and said, “You’re so good to me, Vincent.”

I stood to the side, watching this tender tableau unfold.

A sharp pain pierced my heart.

In ten days, I would be gone for good, and I knew I would never be on the receiving end of that kind of tenderness from him.

I turned and walked to the bar, grabbed a glass of champagne, and downed most of it in one go.