ISABELLA POV
“Where are you?!” I hissed into the phone.
“I’ll be there in a moment, just wait for me,” came Alexander’s reply.
I hissed and dumped the phone into my purse. If he knew he wasn’t going to make it on time, what then was the use of me coming here? I would have just stayed back at home instead of parading here in this ridiculous dress. The party itself was not the problem; it was the people at the party… and my dress.
I hated my dress. Edward had styled me, complaining about not being there but letting me go and represent him. It was ridiculous. He didn’t have to dress me in awful clothes just because he wouldn’t be there with me. What in the world was he trying to prove? Sometimes I wish I could just stone him to death. If he had been here with me, he would have styled me
