CHAPTER 10

Isla’s POV

“It doesn’t bother me,” I said firmly, dropping the newspaper on the counter. The image of Logan and Cherry at yet another event flashed across the page, but I only spared it a quick glance before looking away.

Some months ago, I might have found some excuse to keep the paper open, convincing myself I needed to be “informed.” But now? It barely registered.

“Of course not,” Grace replied, her tone as neutral as ever. She knew me well enough to see through my act, but this time, I wasn’t pretending.

I had enough on my plate to keep me occupied. The demands of my job, a few personal projects, and a newfound focus on moving forward had left me little time to obsess over Logan’s every move. For once, it felt like I was on solid ground—like I was finally stepping out of his shadow.

Grace handed me my coffee, glancing at the paper on the counter. “You seem… different.”

“Different?” I smirked, raising an eyebrow. “Is that your polite way of saying ‘more grounded’? Less of a mess?”