The silence that followed was heavy, and for Isabella, those few seconds felt like they stretched on for an hour. Dominic didn’t cause a scene in front of the rowdy group, but he waited until Philip stepped away to the bathroom before he quietly walked toward the kitchen door.
Isabella looked up in shock when she saw him enter her workspace because none of Philip’s friends ever bothered to step inside or acknowledge the work she did. “I hope you’ll forgive the intrusion, but I wanted to personally thank you because the best part of this meal didn’t come from the patio,” Dominic said warmly.
Isabella stammered a quiet thank you, her hands still damp from the dishwater, as she struggled to accept a compliment after years of being told she was incompetent. Dominic pulled a sleek business card from his pocket and placed it on the marble countertop next to the dirty dishes.