The bell on the door startled Isabella, who was stacking her clothes inside her bag, with her heavy bags underneath her eyes, her lips all swollen with all the excessive rivers of tears she had been crying for over a week.
Right after that night with Harold and Charlie, she called her boss again, asking about change of plans and demanding to come back to Barcelona. He was more than happy, wanting Isabella to join another project in Budapest and she happily accepted just wanting to get away from Harold for once and for all.
Coming back to London was an awakening that this life of mine is nothing but shambles to people from my past that I am never getting back. And it just needs to be left here, without ever again being disturbed.
Yes! This was her ultimatum to herself, she was never c
