Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 160

Isadora stood there, feeling like an item on display, waiting to be appraised and sold.

Today, she wore a simple white dress with delicate pleats at the neckline—minimalist, yet undeniably elegant. The dress hugged her slender figure, accentuating every subtle curve. She wore no jewelry; her light brown hair, softly curled, was pinned back in an unadorned style, revealing a fresh, luminous face with sparkling eyes and a bright smile.

She really was a beauty.

No wonder her grandson was so taken with her.

Deanna’s gaze lingered for a moment before she spoke, her tone calm and measured. “Miss Vaughan, please sit.”

Isadora wondered why Mrs. Fitzgerald had invited her here so suddenly. Her only impression of this woman came from that phone call she’d overheard—Deanna’s voice had sounded warm and loving as she spoke to Victor.

Now, in person, Deanna looked every bit the gracious matriarch, but there was an unmistakable authority in her eyes—a quiet intensity that made Isadora inexplicably nervous.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Fitzgerald.”

A housekeeper stood nearby, heating water and preparing tea. The garden surrounding them was filled with rare and beautiful flowers—Isadora even spotted what looked like an edelweiss among the manicured beds.

The only sound was the gentle clink of china as the tea was poured, a serene ritual that carried a strange undercurrent of tension, making Isadora’s nerves hum with unease.

At last, Deanna broke the silence.

“Miss Vaughan, do you enjoy tea?”

The housekeeper handed Isadora a delicate porcelain cup. She took it, sipping cautiously. The tea was clear and golden, the aroma rich and lingering, the taste impossibly smooth, with a sweetness that blossomed on her tongue.

Even without being an expert, Isadora could tell this was exceptional tea.

“It’s wonderful,” she said softly.

Deanna lifted her own teacup, taking a delicate sip. “This tea may seem priceless to you, but for us, only the very best will do. Anything less simply wouldn’t suit the Fitzgerald family.”

Isadora’s gaze flickered. Slowly, she raised her head and looked Deanna straight in the eye.

“Mrs. Fitzgerald—”

Deanna held up a hand, cutting her off.

“Miss Vaughan, since this is our first meeting, let me give you a little welcome gift.”

At her signal, the housekeeper stepped forward, presenting a folder with both hands.

Isadora hesitated, her fingers trembling slightly as she accepted the document.