Bella paced her room, her arms folded tightly across her chest. She had been trying to figure out how to get what Gerald was asking for—the picture. A picture she couldn't get without first getting access to Alexander's phone.
Her mind was racing with ideas that all sounded brilliant until she said them out loud.
“I’ll just ask him directly,” she muttered, lifting her chin in confidence. She squared her shoulders and mimicked the scene. “Alexander, can I borrow your phone for something?” Then she paused, groaned, and threw herself onto the bed. “Borrow it for what, Bella? To scroll through his private messages? Genius.”
Sitting up again, she tapped her fingers against her knee, eyes narrowing in thought. “Okay… maybe I’ll pretend my phone is dead.” She picked up her own device from the
