Isabella turned to her slowly.
"You can't talk about her like that," she said quietly, but the edge in her voice was sharp now. "Scarlett is kind. She's loyal. And she's not fake."
That made Alexa flinch.
Leonardo's brows furrowed. "Bella," he said firmly. "She broke into a guarded house without permission. That's not kindness—it's recklessness."
"And you believe that?" Isabella's eyes widened, the betrayal clear in her voice. "You think she's the problem?"
Leonardo didn't answer right away, and that silence was louder than anything he could've said.
It was enough.
Isabella blinked rapidly, her lips trembling slightly, but her anger was bubbling up stronger than her hurt. She looked around the table—Casper awkwardly looking at his plate, Alan shifting uncomfortably, Zion pretending to drink water to avoid the conversation.
"Right," she muttered. "Of course. The problem is always whoever not in this room."
