Isabella’s POV.
Meeting May, I thought, would be more awkward, but it hadn't turned out so bad.
Left for the insistent questioning of whether I liked her ex or not, everything else was pretty great.
“We should do this some other time,” May said once we were outside and about to leave.
I flashed a funny smile.
“Of course, I'd love it.”
A big fat lie.
I wouldn't agree to sitting with her again. Our shared first impression was the worst I had ever had.
I thanked her, said my goodbyes and called the taxi.
As I neared my friend's home, her streetlights cast long shadows across Mekka’s driveway.
I looked at my clock, some minutes past 9 pm, and I exhaled. It wasn't that late.
As I stepped out of the taxi, my eyes quickly darted to the shadow of what looked like Charles's uniform hang
