Isadora's POV
My musings were brought to an abrupt halt when I heard a gentle tapping at the door. I furrowed my brow and looked at Michelle; she was still asleep.
Who could be coming at such an early hour?
I turned the doorknob very gently and quietly so it will not make any f*****g noise because who knows, it might be an enemy that might have come creeping but when I peeped through the door hole, I saw a young woman wearing ripped blue jeans and a white T-shirt and she was looking somewhat tense.
Well, she did not look like a threat to me, so I decided to open the door to hear from her.
Immediately after I opened the door, she quickly asked me, "Are you Isadora?" Her low voice sounded almost like a whisper to my standing ears.
"Yes," I said in response with my interes
