The next morning, Isabella took a warm bath and changed into a simple, cream-colored dress. She sat on her bed and looked at her plushies with a sleepy smile. She gently patted their heads.
"Good morning, Moonbeam… Berry… And you," she added, lifting her new seal plushie, "Good morning to you too, snowball."
She missed waking up with Scarlett around—her loud morning rants, her weird compliments, and her unpredictable questions that always made Bella laugh. The room felt a little too quiet without her.
Still thinking about it, Bella made her way to the dining room. She had a light breakfast with toast and jam, and a little fruit on the side. But just as she finished, the front doors opened and several people walked in.
Her fork froze in midair.
She looked around in panic.
Who are these people??
More than five of them—some were wheeling in big suitcases, some had shoulder bags, and a couple were holding folders and tablets. Were they here to… attack? Rob? Take her away?
