Isabelle's Downfall: A Twisted Love Story

Davenport, the exquisite old-money bride who prom

tion, my parents beaming with pride as their "ne

phone call shat

n," Isabelle whispe

tly replaced by a wave

n't sto

support them, and even insisted their relationship be openly acknowledged

ed grandmother's irreplaceable quilt, dumped on the curb, the

Isabelle, her eyes blazing, tried to force me to apologize, even of

ed be so utterly manipula

lously planned, l

n, a memory resurfaced, a

my 30th

"If you hit the big three-oh still single, Etha

peared, the small gift in her

she said, cutting through

n three days. I'll