Isabella Weaver had a bad feeling the moment Harry Hunter held her, but she didn't move. Harry had just helped her with a performance earlier that morning, and she couldn't possibly undermine him now.
She wasn't completely aware of the situation around her, so she instinctively turned to look at Harry, seeking his opinion with her gaze.
Harry's mood tonight was extremely poor. Several things had spun out of his control, especially Cherry Lewis returning from abroad — everyone else knew but kept it from him alone. He loathed this feeling of being out of control.
When Isabella's gaze met his, he felt inexplicably more at ease.
Originally so stubborn and aloof, now she seemed obedient and compliant. She was seeking his opinion, protecting the last shred of his dignity.
So she was this considerate and empathetic, knowing to repay kindness.
Though they had known each other for only three days, they already shared such an astounding mutual understanding.
