Chapter 845

Isabella's POV

I let out a slow breath, my fingers trembling as I set my phone down on the nightstand. I had to be perfect tomorrow. 

I had to look flawless. I had to play my role so convincingly that Layla would believe every smile, every laugh, every touch.

I walked over to my closet, my heart racing as I pulled the door open and scanned the rows of dresses hanging neatly inside. I needed something stunning. 

Something that would make Logan look at me the way he used to. Something that would make Layla realize she could never compete with me.

My eyes landed on a long, elegant red gown that I hadn’t worn in years. It was bold, striking, the kind of dress that demanded attention. Perfect.

I pulled it off the hanger, holding it up against my body as I stared at myself in the mirror. The fabric was silky and smooth, hugging my curves in all the right places. It was beautiful. Breathtaking, even.

I could almost see it