Listening to her words Harold stood frozen as if hit by an avalanche.
He turned around with his eyebrows knitted completely, looking at a blushing Isabella, who stood with her face perked down.
She was too ashamed to face Harold while she looked too perfect to him, even more than ever.
He cleared his throat trying to make sense of what had just happened, “Are you serious? Like for real?”
Isabella looked at him with her jaw flexing hard and her eyes squinted in anger, “Why do you think I would lie about that?”
Harold looked at her blushing with anger face for a moment until he burst into fits of laughter.
Isabella gaped at him, splashing water at him, “Moron!”
He kept laughing harder and harder until he finally caught his breath and Isabella slumped sluggishly in a corner show
