As soon as Leonardo got a call and excused himself from the dining table, Isabella let out a long breath she didn't realize she was holding.
The room felt lighter without his intense presence.
She quickly wiped her mouth, snuck away from the table, and tiptoed back into the living room where she had hidden her precious plushies behind the curtain like they were fugitives.
"Hah! Safe," she whispered, hugging Berry and Moonbeam like reunited friends.
Just as she was about to head upstairs with them cradled in her arms, a cheerful voice rang out behind her.
"Hey, you!"
She turned around, startled.
And then—
Pink.
All she saw at first was a flash of pastel pink hair, bouncing like it had its own attitude. A tall figure jogged toward her with the brightest grin and the most annoyingly confident energy.
His jacket was half-zipped, his ripped jeans were designer, and his silver earrings sparkled under the hallway lights.
