ISABELLA
“I am sending this back” I announced, rising to my feet.
“Oh come on, Isabella… what is one bouquet of flowers” Audrey protested.
“I am getting married to his son” I exclaimed. “He should not be sending me roses or notes or anything at all. The only communication he and I should be having are about his son’s favorite colors and favorite food and what not”
“But you have to admit that this is as romantic as it gets. With the last asshole you were in a relationship with, you only got trauma and heartbreak. I would really love to see this man and who knows we might hit it off and I can get him off your hands” She smacked her lips.
“Really? That is all you can think about right now? f*****g my soon to be husband’s father?”
“What? You cannot blame me for wanting a Spanish charm o
