Sophia
Departure and the first blow.
I watched as Isabella zipped up my last suitcase and patted it like she had just finished some great accomplishments.
Meanwhile, I sat on the edge of the bed, arms folded, as if my life were spinning out into some awful soap opera.
“All done,” Isabella said, turning with a big smile toward me. “Your fake honeymoon awaits.”
I released a slow breath, looking at the luggage as if it could grow legs and gallop away. Because that is exactly what I wanted to do.
“Remind me why I’m doing this again?” I muttered.
“Because Ricci would have made your life hell if you didn't,” Isabella smirked while crossing her arms. She has obviously come to realize that I wasn't as much in love with Ricci as she had expected.
“And, deep down, you know you love drama.”
