In the midst of the crowd, Isla stood silently, devoid of disappointment or jealousy. Her slender countenance remained devoid of any discernible emotion.

“Interesting. She must be putting on an ac Barbara harbored an innate disdain for Isla.

She was convinced that Isla's serene demeanor was merely a facade. Barbara wagered that beneath the facade, Isla seethed with envy and pain.

She supposed that was the undeniable truth.

Barbara's thoughts abruptly turned to Maria, and she cast a piercing gaze at Maria.