Bella’s pov
Carefully, I positioned myself to obscure the view from anyone who might catch a glimpse of my actions. My fingers trembled with a mix of fear and determination as I reached for the bag. Just as my fingers grazed the rough fabric, a twig snapped nearby, causing me to startle and hastily withdraw my hand.
My father's piercing gaze met mine, suspicion etched in his eyes. I forced a smile and pretended to be engrossed in my bag, praying he hadn't caught on. The tension in the air was palpable, and every second felt like an eternity.
"Is everything alright, Bella?" my father inquired, his eyes narrowing.
"Yes, just... lost in thought," I stammered, hoping my excuse sounded genuine.
He continued to watch me, the scrutiny unbearable. "Very well, make sure you're prepared for wha
