IsaBella's dress is seen on the side.
I wasn't sure if I wanted to see him today or not. I've been debating whether or not to phone Daniel and pretend to be "sick" instead of reporting to work.
Nate enters my room with two coffees. He puts one in my hands, kisses my forehead, and then proceeds to my closet to assist me in choose an outfit for today.
He croons, "Morning Bella."
I say, "Good morning, Natey."
I throw a pillow at him in defense, and he dodges it with a smile. "Hmm...I'd say go in a dress but that would be too dressy and I'd say go in your normal choice but well that would be a little boring so..."
In order to complete preparing our breakfast, he went to the kitchen after setting the clothing and accessories on my bed. I sighed and reluctantly rose from the bed. After bru
