Isabella’s POV
I made the rounds through the crowd. Saying the same thing to everyone.
“Thank you so much for coming tonight.”
“It doesn’t feel any different from 17.”
Insert a laugh.
“I hope you enjoy yourself.”
Big smile.
It was as if I were on an endless loop. I’ve smiled so much that my face hurts from smiling. Of course, Papa has been stuck to me like glue. Watching my every move. He seemed to get more nervous and agitated the closer we got to Zander.
The Michaels family was next, and the smiles weren’t so hard to come by. I noticed Mama was over there talking to them. At least she would be able to be a buffer. Papa, also noticing Mama, seemed to relax, and we headed over that way. Finally! But where is Zander? Poop. He must have gone to get some food or a drink.
“Isabella!”
