Isabella
I squealed as soon as Alessandro nodded his head in approval. Instantly, I pulled Paula into my room and shoved a random pair of t-shirt and jeans at her.
"I don't think your jeans would fit me," she said. I grabbed a pair of leggings instead, which she accepted.
"You have five minutes," I told her as I walked into the shower. "That's not even enough to wash my face," she protested, but I wasn't interested. After all, I was already inside the bathroom and closing the door as I pointed at her.
"Five minutes," I repeated with my eyes wide so she could get the message.
Taking a 5-minute shower was easy for me. I had learned to be quick and not love water too much since I had bills to pay. This shower, however, held memories of me and Damon.
The moment I touched myself to soap u
