Chapter Ten- “Snap out of it, Isabella”.
Isabella Montague.
“Book a flight for me back to England tonight.” I said to Amy, as the elevator doors dinged open, signifying our arrival at the penthouse where I’ve been staying since my return to New York a few days ago.
My father has houses scattered around the States, and I could’ve chosen to stay in any of them but I don’t feel like it. I prefer the privacy that comes with staying at a penthouse. Besides, the owner of the Hotel is an old friend so I don’t have to worry about my privacy and stuff.
“I thought you were going back tomorrow.” Amy inquired, following after me as I had stepped out the moment the doors opened, her phone already in her hand—no doubt already on the task.
I shook my head that’s still throbbing, reminding me that
