Isabella’s POV.
By the next morning when I arrived at Mekka's place, expecting another round of chaos, I was shocked to see her calm.
The oven dinged loudly halfway across from the living room where Mekka and I were.
“Want some cupcakes? I made them fresh this morning.”
Mekka dragged the tray of cupcakes out of the oven. There were about six, hands size full cupcakes with with inscriptions written on them.
‘I love you.’
My forehead wrinkled when I raised my eyes from the pastry pan.
Mekka who had been smiling at me for the past few minutes still stared with her lips curved into a smile.
“Should I get you one?”
“Is everything alright?”
I questioned, concerned at how free she was.
“What do you mean?” Her forehead furrowed.
“Just yesterday, you were breaking down about how Isam w
