Isabella
Beatrice burst out in laughter at my comment. Right in her eyes I saw pure arrogance and pride. “You will make us pay,” she laughed scornfully. “And if I may ask, how will you do that?” she asked, bursting out laughter again. “Your life is hanging by a thread right now. I have it in the palm of my hand so tell me. Isabella, how will you make us pay?”
I watched her, deeply grieved by her laughter. It was annoying to the core, so much that I felt like slapping ¹ on the face. If only she knew my current predicament, and how upset I am with everything going on in my life right now.
If only she knew, she would not make a joke of me. I looked at Hector, and he was giving me the look that screams ‘What can you do?’ The exact look that they had given me all the times I came to the p
