Her head snapped up.
Isabella.
Not Bella. Not Bunny. Not any of the soft, loving names he usually called her.
Isabella.
Formal. Distant. Cold.
Her eyes burned. Tears pricked at the corners, threatening to spill. Was he that angry? Angry enough to take away even her name?
He lowered his phone. Set it down. Still didn't look at her directly.
"After breakfast, I'm taking you to the university." His voice was flat. Businesslike. "I hope you know which course you want to do. You'll need to meet with advisors, fill out paperwork. Get started."
Bella's lips parted. Nothing came out.
He stood, pushing his chair back. Straightened his jacket. Finally, briefly, his eyes flicked toward her, just a glance, unreadable, before looking away.
Then he walked out.
Bella sat alone at the table, her untouched breakfast growing cold, his words hanging in the air.
Isabella.
Not Bella.
She bit her lip hard, fighting the tears.
He was still angry.
And she didn't know how to fix it.
