Isla didn’t think it could get any

Isla didn’t think it could get any more awkward after that. She, Orlando, and Martina were all silent, while Orlando still looked incredibly angry.
Pissed off was more like it. She didn’t know the man so well, but she’d also never seen him look like that before.
Everyone had a temper, and everyone could only be pushed so far, she supposed.
“Orlando, seriously, I am sorry,” Isla said. She wasn’t here to make enemies, or to make anyone else’s life harder, especially not Orlando or Arturo. Not even for Silvio, and she’d only seen his face once before. She didn’t even want to make Sebastian miserable, though he probably deserved it since he was an asshole.
There was something about this family that pulled at her, made her want to… not protect them, that didn’t make any sense, but at least ease some of the pain.
Orlando shook his head. “Forget about it. Martina, are you okay?”
His voice noticeably softened for the other woman, as did his expression.
For the first time, Isla took note that Martina was trembling slightly. The look on her face, the way her eyes shone… Isla was gutted at the sight.
Martina sucked in a deep breath, shook her head, and turned to leave without saying another word.
“Martina,” Orlando called, but she didn’t stop.
She did, however, call back behind her. “I am very well, Orlando. I will go into the kitchen, and I will bring you something hot to drink, yes?”
Orlando didn’t say another word. Isla got the feeling that was only because he figured Martina wouldn’t come back.
Isla knew why. She knew the look of a woman who wanted to cry in private. Martina was very clearly not the sort of woman to just sob when there were people around her.
Isla opened her mouth to say something, anything, but then shut it again before more than a tiny croak could come out.
Orlando looked at her questioningly, but she just looked away from him.
Too embarrassing. That was too embarrassing. What the hell did she think she was going to say that would make all of this better? She was an interloper here.
But she still had to say something. “I’m sure she’ll be all right,” Isla said.
And because she was that pathetic, it came out sounding a lot more like a question than a statement.
Orlando rubbed his hair and shook his head. “She’s… Martina is as good as my mother. She doesn’t deserve to be treated like that.”
“I… are you going to invite Sebastian back here?”
“No,” Orlando said, and then gave her a curious look before he too walked off.
In Martina’s direction. Isla wasn’t sure exactly what he was going to do, other than try to comfort the woman he’d just described as being like a mother.
And so, Isla went on a spectacular adventure where she stayed in her room until it was time for her to come out and have dinner with Arturo and her parents.
Yeah, it had been kind of boring whenever she tried to put out of her mind what she’d walked in on.
She didn’t even text Jane because it was too embarrassing. She didn’t know what to say, and she only knew that whatever she said would just have Jane coming back with support, telling her things like how it wasn’t her fault and it was an accident. Basically, being a good friend.
Isla didn’t need that.
Also, there was a lot of forehead smacking going on on her part. Why did she have to stand there? What the hell was wrong with her?
She could hardly work on any of her jewelry projects. She’d barely scratched out a couple of earring sketches when she’d looked up at her clock and saw that it was less than an hour before she had to go and meet her parents.
At least she was already in her dress.
She got up, grabbed her clutch purse and put on her heels before rushing out her door.
She pulled out her phone and sent Arturo a text that she was heading down to the foyer.
She hoped she wouldn’t run into Orlando or Silvio in that time, but part of her thought that by now they would’ve gone back to their own homes.
She’d almost made it to the foyer when her phone buzzed. A message from Arturo.
Already here.
He was?
Isla rounded the corner and found him standing by the door. He was leaning against the wall beside it, actually.
Martina was with him. Her eyes briefly glanced up to look at Isla, but Isla was the first to turn away. Yeah, she was still feeling the heat of the embarrassment for listening in on their earlier conversation.
Arturo was flicking his thumb over the screen of his iPhone, but then he looked up at her, smiled, and pocketed it. He stood straight, his smile lingering as Isla walked down the stairs.
She held onto the polished mahogany railing as she descended. The sense of self-consciousness flooded her. She couldn’t really describe it or understand why it was there, but it definitely had something to do with the way Arturo looked at her and the way his eyes flicked down to the exposed length of her calves and ankles.
His eyes lingered on her shoes for an extra couple of seconds,

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Isla tidak berpikir bisa menjadi canggung lagi setelah itu. Dia, Orlando, dan Martina adalah semua diam, sementara Orlando masih tampak sangat marah.Marah adalah lebih seperti itu. Dia tidak tahu laki-laki begitu baik, tapi dia belum juga pernah melihat dia terlihat seperti itu sebelumnya.Setiap orang memiliki marah, dan semua orang dapat hanya mendorong sejauh ini, ia seharusnya."Orlando, serius, aku minta maaf," kata Isla. Dia tidak di sini untuk membuat musuh, atau untuk membuat orang lain hidup lebih keras, terutama tidak Orlando atau Arturo. Bahkan tidak untuk Silvio, dan dia hanya pernah melihat wajahnya sekali sebelum. Dia bahkan tidak mau membuat Sebastian menderita, meskipun ia mungkin layak mendapatkannya karena ia adalah seorang bajingan.Ada sesuatu tentang keluarga ini yang ditarik padanya, membuatnya ingin... tidak melindungi mereka, yang tidak masuk akal, tapi setidaknya meringankan beberapa rasa sakit.Orlando menggelengkan kepala. "Lupakan saja. Martina, Apakah Anda baik-baik saja?"Suaranya terasa melunak untuk wanita lain, seperti ekspresi.Untuk pertama kalinya, Isla mengambil catatan bahwa Martina bergetar sedikit. Ekspresi wajahnya, jalan matanya bersinar... Isla itu patah hati melihat.Martina tersedot napas dalam-dalam, menggelengkan kepalanya, dan berbalik pergi tanpa mengatakan kata lain."Martina," Orlando disebut, tetapi dia tidak berhenti.Dia melakukannya, namun, menelepon kembali belakangnya. "Aku baik-baik, Orlando. Aku akan pergi ke dapur, dan akan membawa kamu sesuatu panas untuk minum, ya?"Orlando tidak mengatakan kata lain. Isla punya perasaan itu hanya karena dia pikir Martina tidak akan datang kembali.Isla tahu mengapa. Dia tahu tampilan seorang wanita yang ingin menangis secara pribadi. Martina itu sangat jelas tidak jenis wanita hanya sob ketika ada orang-orang di sekelilingnya.Isla membuka mulutnya untuk mengatakan sesuatu, apa pun, tapi kemudian menutup itu lagi sebelum lebih dari kicau parau burung kecil bisa keluar.Orlando memandangnya questioningly, tetapi ia hanya tampak darinya.Terlalu memalukan. Itu terlalu memalukan. Apa sih yang dia pikirkan dia akan mengatakan yang akan membuat semua ini lebih baik? Dia adalah lakukan di sini.Tapi dia tetap harus mengatakan sesuatu. "Aku yakin ia akan baik-baik saja," kata Isla.Dan karena dia yang menyedihkan, keluar terdengar jauh lebih seperti sebuah pertanyaan daripada pernyataan.Orlando menggosok rambut dan menggelengkan kepala. "Dia adalah... Martina sebagai baik sebagai ibu saya. Dia tidak layak diperlakukan seperti itu.""I... Apakah Anda akan mengundang Sebastian kembali di sini?""Tidak," Orlando berkata, dan kemudian memberinya penasaran melihat sebelum ia terlalu berjalan pergi.Arah Martina's. Isla tidak yakin persis apa yang dia akan lakukan, lain daripada berusaha untuk menghibur wanita yang ia hanya telah digambarkan sebagai seorang ibu.Dan Jadi, Isla pergi pada petualangan spektakuler dimana dia tinggal di kamar sampai tiba waktunya untuk datang dan makan malam dengan Arturo dan orang tuanya.Ya, itu sudah agak membosankan setiap kali dia berusaha mengeluarkan pikiran apa yang dia telah berjalan di pada.Dia tidak bahkan teks Jane karena terlalu memalukan. Dia tidak tahu apa yang harus dikatakan, dan dia hanya tahu bahwa apa pun yang dia berkata hanya akan datang kembali dengan dukungan Jane, mengatakan kepadanya hal-hal seperti bagaimana itu bukan salahnya dan itu adalah kecelakaan. Pada dasarnya, menjadi teman baik.Isla tidak membutuhkan itu.Juga, ada banyak memukul yang terjadi di bagian dahi. Mengapa dia harus berdiri di sana? Apa sih yang salah dengan dia?Dia hampir tidak bisa mengerjakan salah satu proyek-proyek perhiasan. Dia telah hampir tidak menggaruk beberapa sketsa anting-anting ketika ia telah menatap jam nya dan melihat bahwa itu adalah kurang dari satu jam sebelum ia pergi dan bertemu orangtuanya.Setidaknya dia sudah dalam gaun.Dia bangun, menyambar tas kopling wanita dan mengenakan sepatu sebelum bergegas keluar pintu.Dia mengeluarkan telepon dan dikirim Arturo teks yang dia menuju ke serambi.Dia berharap dia tidak lari ke Orlando atau Silvio dalam waktu itu, tetapi bagian dari pemikiran bahwa sekarang mereka akan pergi kembali ke rumah mereka sendiri.Dia telah hampir berhasil mencapai serambi ketika teleponnya berdengung. Pesan dari Arturo.Sudah di sini.Dia adalah?Isla mengitari sudut dan menemukan dia berdiri oleh pintu. Ia adalah bersandar di dinding di samping itu, sebenarnya.Martina adalah dengannya. Matanya sebentar melirik ke Lihatlah Isla, tetapi Isla adalah yang pertama untuk berpaling. Ya, dia masih merasa panas malu untuk mendengarkan percakapan mereka sebelumnya.Arturo menjentikkan ibu jari atas layar iPhone-nya, tetapi kemudian dia memandangnya, tersenyum, dan mengantongi itu. Ia berdiri lurus, Nya senyum berlama-lama saat Isla berjalan menuruni tangga.Dia memegang pagar kayu mahoni dipoles seperti dia turun. Rasa kesadaran diri banjir padanya. Dia benar-benar tidak bisa menggambarkannya atau memahami mengapa itu ada, tapi itu pasti punya sesuatu untuk dilakukan dengan cara Arturo memandangnya dan cara matanya menjentikkan ke panjang terkena betis dan pergelangan kaki.Matanya berlama-lama sepatu untuk beberapa detik, tambahan