After finishing her lunch, Isabella leaned back in her chair and let out a careless belch. A small smile crept onto her lips; perhaps this situation wasn’t so bad after all. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d eaten until she was full, let alone had the guts to belch so loudly. Shaking her head at the thought, she stood up and walked over to the king-sized bed.
She laid back, staring at the ceiling with her hands tucked behind her head. She knew that staying idle in her room all day would create a bad impression—especially with that talkative old man. Maybe I should go out and help them, she thought. But as her gaze drifted toward the door, she changed her mind.
"Maybe another time," she mumbled softly. She slowly closed her eyes and, in the blink of an eye, fell fast asleep.
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