Isabella clicked her tongue and quietly hissed as she glared at Ashley's table. She rolled her eyes when she caught Ashley leaning comfortably against Lucian.
She's probably doing this on purpose to make me jealous. What a performative bitch!
She scoffed under her breath, letting her gaze wander around the venue.
The lights in the grand hall were dim, with every spotlight focused on the stage. The host had been going on and on, talking about things Isabella couldn't truly understand. All she saw on the presentation slides were barren fields, plantations, and endless greenery.
"They make it all sound so glamorous," she muttered.
To her, it was nothing more than farming.
Then again, Isabella had been focused on only one thing—a single plantation. She only came here because she had to keep June tied around her little pinky.
