ISABELLA
I slammed the door shut behind me, throwing my bag onto my sad excuse of a beanbag chair, the poor thing barely holding together. My entire body felt like a collapsed building.
Every muscle in me ached, my feet throbbed like they had their own personal vendetta, and my head? A relentless pounding drum of exhaustion and annoyance.
I flopped onto my couch, sighing so deeply it felt like I was exhaling my soul.
Today had been hell. A never-ending series of unfortunate, frustrating, and downright stupid events.
First, the press conference that nearly made me have a panic attack because apparently, the universe thought it would be funny to remind me that my little secret affair with Logan wasn’t even important enough for him to mention to anyone.
Then, of course, Ethan, Logan’s
