This contrast...
It must be the kind of man women love most!
Joel Russo's grip was perfect, and Arabella Vanderbilt also joyfully indulged.
But soon after, her phone started ringing again.
Seeing the caller ID, she smiled slightly and immediately answered.
"Hello, Isabella."
"Mm, Arabella, how's the preparation for the perfume competition going?"
Isabella Harrison's voice was calm and impassive, carrying neither joy nor anger, which was unexpected for someone about to become a bride.
Arabella's smile faded a bit, "Mm, no problem. Isabella, you..."
"Arabella, I've set the date for my wedding with Michael Lees, it's on the ninth of August. You and Mr. Russo from your family must come."
Arabella pressed her lips together, even though she couldn't see Isabella's face, just by hearing her voice, she could imagine the forced smile that must be on Isabella's face at this moment.
"Isabella, should I congratulate you?"
