Country: Aurivelle
City: Auremont
Alvara
(A week later)
“Can’t you at least be fast?” I shouted, tapping my foot impatiently as Isabella finally stepped out of the bathroom.
She emerged, damp hair clinging to her neck, that infuriatingly calm look on her face.
“Don’t rush me,” she said smoothly. “I like to take my time.”
“Take your time? I’ve been waiting twenty minutes!” I shot back, exasperated.
“Oh, my dear,” she replied, tilting her head with mock innocence. “That is nothing compared to how long I’ve always waited for you. Have you forgotten?”
“I always get ready before you show up,” I said.
“You? Please,” she scoffed, striding toward her wardrobe, smirk tugging at her lips.
“You know that’s a lie.”
“I don’t blame you,” I said, running a hand through my hair. “It was my
