Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 127

Nanette watched Isadora with a knowing glint in her eye, taking in her friend’s soft smile and the gentle curve of her brows.

She clicked her tongue. “Alright, spill it. Who’s got your heart this time?”

Isadora paused, halfway through unwrapping a gift box.

“Come on, just because I’m giving someone a present doesn’t mean I’m in love with them. Isn’t that a bit much?”

The luxury watch had caught her eye in a magazine; it seemed to suit Victor’s style perfectly. When she heard it would be up for auction at Northmarch, and that Nanette was filming nearby, she’d asked her friend to bid on it for her.

Nanette scoffed. “Maybe that’s true for others, but you? Please. Back when you were dating that jerk, I was basically your wingwoman.”

A faint blush crept across Isadora’s cheeks.

“I just wanted to thank someone, that’s all.”

Nanette reached for her coffee on the table and took a sip.

“Look, I’m your best friend, not your rival. Why are you being so secretive with me?”

That wasn’t Isadora’s intention. It’s just that things with Victor were… complicated. Their relationship felt fragile, and she didn’t want to say something now only to have it fall apart a few weeks later. But Nanette was her confidante—she owed her the truth.

“It’s… Victor.”

Nanette nearly spit out her coffee. Her eyes widened in shock. “Wait. Victor? As in the Victor Fitzgerald? You two are actually together?”

Isadora nodded, a bit embarrassed.

Nanette felt a mix of happiness and worry. On the one hand, she was glad Isadora was opening herself up to love again. But on the other, she knew her friend—Isadora threw herself into relationships heart and soul.

She set her cup down, voice gentle but firm. “Isadora, guys like Victor Fitzgerald—he’s practically royalty in Capitolion. Do you know how many women in this city would kill for a chance with him? If you’re just in it for the fun, then by all means, enjoy yourself. Honestly, if you get to sleep with someone like him, I’d call that a win. But just remember, protect your heart. Otherwise, when it ends, you’ll be the one left picking up the pieces.”

“It won’t come to that,” Isadora said quietly, clutching the gift box a little tighter, though she didn’t sound convinced. At least… she hoped not.

Nanette shot her a look. “You better hope so. You’re nothing like me—I know how to keep it casual.”