"But what can I do if I was born rich? Can't really swap it out for something else, can I?"
Isabelle studied him carefully, waiting for the inevitable arrogant twist in his words. But it never came. He said it not with pride, but with detachment. Like it wasn't something he was proud of—but just something that was. A fact, like the color of the sky or the number of desks in the room.
Her eyes drifted, just slightly.
She hadn't stood this close to Damien Elford in the past. Why would she have? Back then, he was a joke. The kind of person who slumped into a seat and disappeared behind his own shadow. But now—now that he was beside her, she could see just how much had changed.
