CHAPTER 20
ISABELLE’S POV
I stood by the corner of an old bookstore, while the hot summer Madrid sun sizzled dryly on my skin.
Without hesitation, I quickly slid my sunglasses higher on the bridge of my nose and tugged my hat forward.
Jenna had called earlier that morning if we could go on a shopping date which I reluctantly agreed to, so I picked a time.
Not too early but late enough to buy me time to sneak out to another location. Letting Jenna find out I stay in the same hotel would be too much of a coincidence.
Or worse, even start to raise suspicions.
I hated waiting like this—every second standing out here made my skin crawl.
I shifted my weight down from one heel to another as I glanced through my phone every now and then.
They were supposed to be here by now.
And
