Isabella’s eyes finally fluttered open, taking in the surroundings around her.
It was the same room, the same bed where she and Harold almost had done it. But she had to stop him because she didn't want any regrets.
Regrets that she made Harold cheat on his fiance, while she highly doubted he actually loved her as she didn't see any prospective sign of guilt of cheating on his face.
While she didn't want to lose her virginity just like that. Something she had felt an important part of her soul, she saved it for the right one and in any circumstance, Harold wasn't the right one in her mind.
She got up and saw the pile of fresh clothes which was a crop top and a pair of denim shorts.
Changing into those clothes, Isabella looked at her reflection in the small faded mirror in the bat
