Celine's POV
I wouldn't want to attract Isabella to myself and dance into her paws. Following my intuition, I take off my footwear and hold it in my hands, swiftly running down the stairs like a hare.
The door of Kelvin's room opens and closes almost immediately, with Isabella's footsteps approaching.
Confused as the words spelled boldly, I turn around in search of a spot to take shade. The kitchen will be the wrong choice since she needs to get snacks.
With the living room well decorated, with two huge armchairs beside each other, I crawl behind it like a mouse, muttering silent prayers.
She comes downstairs minutes later, dragging her feet sluggish as to heads to the kitchen.
She opens the kitchen door. "That church rat must think she has dodged her punishment," she sighs. "To
