I approached the front desk nervously, looking for Isabella. Though I wanted to make up with her, I was still worried about what her reaction would be. Would she welcome my offer warmly or just shun it to my face?
I frowned at the front desk receptionist. It was not Isabella. I guess, their shifts had been changed. I let out a sigh and headed back to my room, determined to run into her tomorrow and make everything right.
I frowned at the old lady wondering around the corridor. Was she paparazzi? Looking at her age, it didn’t seem to be the case but she was wandering around the hallway quite suspiciously. She was walking back and forth as if waiting for something or someone.
I froze as I recognized the woman as she stepped in to the light.
“Mom?”, I asked, my voice coming out coarse.
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