Cross's Plan.

**Isabella**

I finished setting the table with Felicia, arranging the cutlery neatly in place.

"Perfect, this is perfect," Felicia clasped her hands together, admiring the meticulously dressed table. "You did a great job, Luna."

"Thanks, Felicia," I returned the smile. I was genuinely grateful for her patience in teaching me how to prepare the seafood pasta, especially since Razor had requested it for dinner. I couldn't have done it without her.

"The boss will be here shortly," Felicia said as she headed to tidy up the kitchen.

I quickly made my way to the room for a quick shower before Razor's return. It had been two days since I returned from my parents' house, and I hadn't heard from Ian or seen Cain. To make matters worse, I hadn't been able to leave the penthouse since then; Razor explicitly forbade me from doing so.