Isabella was smiling goofily, sitting inside her car, outside Harold’s mansion, where he had called her for dinner. She had never thought about this day to come for her, where Harold would ask her out on his own. There was no lying that the two definitely felt something special for each other and maybe for Isabella it was hard to love someone else because a part of her heart never had a closure with Harold and now the two together just made her feel giddy and excited.
Looking down at her phone she typed in her reply to her boss who had asked her if she wanted to come back to Spain she could. If he would’ve asked her a month ago, she might had said ‘yes’ but now, she didn’t feel like going back and above all she didn’t want to go back.
Stepping out of the car, she walked inside the mans
