Isabel Vanderbilt had never considered herself an idiot, but sitting in a room with her future husband, she was starting to have doubts about that. While she had known an arranged marriage was coming her whole life, she’d been hopeful that it was someone she could fall in love with, someone that could make her happy. Now, sitting across from him with an awkward silence hanging between them, she was starting to realize just how foolish she had been. “Are our meetings every going to be anything more than this?” Isabel finally snapped with an exasperated sigh, shooting him an annoyed look. If this was their first meeting, she wouldn’t have minded. But by now, she was ready for something more. “You are going to marry me one day,” she reminded him, just in case he’d forgotten. “Should I look forward to a life of awkward silences and annoyed looks, or are you more than that?”