Isabel woke to a text from an unknown number. She scanned the message in surprise—Howard's younger sister Yvette wanted to have tea with her in London. She chewed her lower lip and read the message again. With a sigh, she agreed to meet Yvette.
"What's wrong?" Howard asked, toweling his hair dry.
"Nothing," she shrugged.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at her.
"Just family drama," she said with a wave of her hand.
Once Howard left for work, she showered and dressed in a simple silky skirt and blouse. She slipped on a pair of sandals and grabbed a purse and met Geoffrey at the car.
"Where are we going?" Geoffrey asked.
"To meet Sophia," she lied. "At the Savoy."
Geoffrey nodded, "I'll tell Howard."
Isabel bit her lip and climbed into the backseat of the car. Her stomach twist
