C8 She is just like her father
Isabella's POV
My mom's so-called boyfriend was in the middle of one of his tedious lectures again. I smiled politely, though I wasn't really listening. When he asked if I was angry with my mom, I decided it was time to be blunt.
"It's not about her, Mr.," I shot back.
He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly as if trying to figure me out.
"Maybe it's you."
He finally said
