Because of what happened, Luke had to take me home earlier than planned. He let me rest in my room, and he didn’t bother me anymore. Although I was glad he took the initiative to take me back home, I couldn’t stop myself from overthinking. So, as a result, I didn’t have enough sleep and woke up tired in the morning.
“Isabella? Is that you?” Luke asked upon seeing me descending the grand staircase.
I frowned and responded with a question, “Why? What’s wrong? Why are you staring at me like that?”
“Perhaps, are you wearing contact lenses? What about your hair? Did you dye it last night?”
“What are you talking about?” I asked in confusion because he fired several questions and each of them was weird.
“What the hell did you do to your hair, Isabella? And your eyes, too!”
When I saw it ear
