A little over 10 years ago, Isabelle was just like every other girl in their early twenties.
She was a model student, hoping to inherit her father's company with her merit and brilliance.
And in all of that, there was this guy she had grown up with, Gustavo. An Italian and the son of her father's close business partner.
Surely, this handsome lass and this beautiful lad were destined to be with each other, and Isabelle thought the same way, since she had such young and pure feelings for him.
As for him... She couldn't understand since he never said it to her face that he liked her or would like to get together with her.
It was all vague.
So, on the outside, they were no more than friends, and on the inside, she had unrequited feelings.
She thought this man was everything. Handsome, caring, hot... He was practically a dream guy but then... He began to make suggestions.
"You like me, right, Isabelle?"
